The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-06-27

him, it is by no means an easy thing
for a criminal to fly the country un-
| observed; but with me the case was
different. l had only my own and
the eNertions of a few and trusted
servants to rely upon, and it was
therefore impossible for us to watch
all the various backdoors leading
out of England at once. When 1
had finished my dinner 1 strolled
down the Strand as far as Charing
Cross station. Turner was to leave
for st. Petersburg that night by the
mail train, and | had some instruc-
tions to give him before his depar-
ture. l found him in the act of at
tending to the labelling of his lug
gage, and, when he had seen it safe
ly on the van, we strolled down the
platform together. l warned him of
the delicate nature CT the operation
he was about to undertake, and babe
him use the greatest possible care
that the man he was to watch did
not become aware of his intentions.
Directly he knew for certain that
this man was about to leave Rus
STA, he was to communicate with me
by cipher, and with my representa-
tive in Berlin, and then follow him
with all speed to that city himself.
AS / had good reason to know, he
was a shrewd and intelligent fellow,
and one who never forgot any in
%structions that might be given him.
knowing that he was a great votary
of the Goddess Nicotine, I gave him
a few cigars to smoke on the way to
Dover.
"Write to me Immediately when YOU
have seen your man." 1 said. ere
member me to Herr Schneider, and
if you should see"
l came to a sudden stop, for there,
among the crowd, not three-carriaee
lengths away from me, a travelling
rug thrown over his shoulder, and
carrying a small brown leather bag
in his hand, stood Gideon Hayle.
Unfortunately, he had already seen
me, and almost before l realized
what he was doing, he was making
his way through the crowd in the
direction of the main entrance.
Without another word to Turner, l
set off in pursuit, knowing that he
was going to make his bolt, and that
if l missed him now it would prob
ably be my last chance of coming to
grip with him. Never before had the
platform seemed so crowded. An ex-
asperating lady, with a lanky youth
at her side, hindered my passage,
porters with trucks piled with lug
gage barred the way just when l
was getting along nicely; while, as
l was about to make my way out
the courtyard, an idiotic French
seized me by the arm and i'm
plored me to show him "ze office of
re money-changai-e." 1 replied
angrily that I did not know, and ran
out into the portico, only to be in
time to see Gideon Hayle take a seat
a hanson. He had evidently given
driver his instructions, for the
man whipped up his horse, and went
out of the yard at a speed which, at
any other hour, would certainly have
got him into trouble with the police.
l called up another cab and jumped
into it, promising the man a SOW
ereign as 1 did SO, if he would keep
the other cab in sight, and find out
for me it's destination.
Right We are, sir" the cabman re-
piled. "You jest leave that to me. 1
let him go out of my sight"
Then we, in our turn, left the yard
of the station, and set off eastwards
along the Strand in pursuit. Both
cabmen were sharp fellows and evil
IDENTIFY familiar with every twist and
turn of their famous London. In my
have had a good many curious
drives in n part of the world and
another, but | think that chase will
always rank first. We Travelled along
the Strand, about 100 yards be-
hind the other vehicle, then turned
up Southampton street, through
Covent Garden by way of Henrietta
street into Long Acre. After that
cannot pretend to have any idea of
the direction we took. 1 know that
we passed through Drury Lane,
crossed High Holborn, to presently
find ourselves somewhere at the back
OF Gray's Inn. The buildings of the
Parcels Post depot marked another
stage in u journey. But still the
other cab did not show any sign of
coming to a standstill. Leaving
Mount Pleasant behind us, we en-
tered that dingy labyrinth of streets
lying on the other side of the Clerk
enwel House of Detention. How
much longer was the chase going to
last? Then, to my delight, the other
cab slackened it's pace, and eventual
ly pulled up before a small public
house. We were SO close behind it
that we narrowly escaped a collision.
L sprang out, and ran to the other
vehicle in order to stop Hayle before
he could alight.
"Wot's up, guvner?" asked the cab
man. Don't go a worriting of
yourself. There's nobody inside"
He was quite right, the cab was
empty!