The representative., 1901-04-25
BY
EDGAR nCRETTE

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Manhattan company's place through
the basement at a quarter after five.
So I just settled myself out here and
waited. Well, waited and waited, but
there wasn't any sign Of Chatham, and
when Flagler came along to relieve me
at ten o'clock Chatham hadn't come
out yet. Flagler he spotted the place
until six this morning, and then Conk-
lin took his turn again until two
o'clock, when | came on for my watch.
just as Conklin was telling me how
things stood, who should come down
the street but Chatham himself, large
as ife."
"Down the street?" exclaimed Stur-
gis.
Eyes. sir. And up he goes, as if moth
ing had happened, and into the Man
haitian Chemical company's place
again"
"He had put up the back k-door game
on you," said the reporter.
"Yes, sir; just what I said to Conk-
lin. So, quick as wink, sent him
around the block to keep his eye
peeled on the next street, and waited
here. And here I've been ever since.
If ConkEn isn't on the block above, it
must be because Chatham has made
tracks again, and he after him."
"I'H 20 and find out" said Sturgis.
"Has anyone else called at the MAN.
haitian Chemical company's Office since
you have been on watch?"
''No, sir; but a couple of hours ago
an express wagon came along and de-
nvered long wooden box; might have
been chemicals for the wholesale de-
partment, for it was lowered to the cell
lar by the hoist in the areaway. The
blond young man receipted for the
box"
"Vcry we'll, shrady. Hang on little
while longer, and l shall have you re-
lieved just as soon as possibly can"
So saying, the reporter, who had
been pretending to look through his
pockets for a coin, ostentatiously
slipped a nickel into the outstretched
palm before him. The light seemed to
die out of the sharp eyes of the. detect
i've, and it was the miserable drunkard
who staggered back to his place on the
stoop next to the station, unmindful of
the gibes of the young rowdies congre-
gated there.
Sturgis walked up to the next street,
where he found second detective on
duty.
Anything new, Conklin?' he asked.
~No, sir; he's been lying low; looks
like he knew he was spotted this
time"
"Good. Stay here until l can notify
the police that we have run down the
quarry. It will be necessary to obtain
a search warrant for the Manhattan
Chemical company's place. In the
meantime, if Chatham should attempt
to make tracks, hang on to him like
his shadow and send back word here as
soon as you can"
"All right, sir"
Sturgis, after leaving Conklin,
walked along the street which the de-
tective was watching and carefully in
spected every house on the block. Al
most all were huge office buildings; but
here and there an old-fa shioned brown
stone front stood out conspicuously
against the broad expanse Of brick
walls and iron columns. Halfway
down the street one of these old houses
stood well back from the street line
behind small garden. The reporter
stood near this and read the numbers
on the adjoining buildings.
''This is directly back of the Man.
haitian Chemical company's Office" he
unused. 81 wonder who lives here It
looks like a respectable place enough.
One could obtain good view of the
rear Of the Manhattan Chemical COM
pany's office from the back windows.
HIM"
He stood thoughtfully considering
what pretext he could use to gain ad-
mission to the house, when suddenly
he became aware of the presence of
a man who had approached with
noiseless steps.
"Ah, is that you, Mr.. Sturgis?" said
the calm, sardonical voice of DR.. Muir
dock.
The reporter started inwardly, but
gave no outward sign of surprise.
Were you about to do me the honor
of callingw continued the chmeist
"Yes," said Sturgis. deliberately;
II was about to seek an interview
with you. Can you spare few min
utes?"
"Who is it that asks for the inter-
view?" inquired Murdock, with quiet
sarcasm. rs it Mr.. Sturgis, gentle
man; Mr.. Sturgis, reporter. or -"
Sturgis met a cold gleam from MUIR
docks inscrutable eyes.
"Or Mr.. Sturgis. the famous de-
tective?" continued the chemist with
an imperceptible sneer.
Il represent the Tempest" replied
the reporter. quietly.
Murdock. glanced carelessly up and
down the street. There was no one
in sight.
ooh: very WE'LL" he said, taking out
his latchkey and leading the way to
the house; "come into my study and
let me hear what I can do for the
Tempest
On entering the house Murdock mo-
toned Sturgis to the door leading
from the hall into the drawing-room
''ff you will step into the parlor for
q few minutes, shall be with you d.
rectly," said he.