Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1902-06-20

"If you fellers get it back for me I'll
put you next to a horse in the race to-
morrow thatll make you rich. It's like
gettin money in registered letter.
You can't lose"
ITS only 10 o'clock" said the sergeant.
glancing at the clock. Lawson and
Slattery you get move on and see If
you can't get a trace of Mr.. Maloney's
money. Mullgan, get back on post, you
needn't stand starin' here all night"
Mulligan, who was still under the spell
of Mr.. MaloneNs diamonds. started vio-
lently at this remark, touched his helmet,
and marched out Lawson and Slattery
after short conference in whispers with
the man who had been robbed hurried
off together.
The doorman withdrew to his sporting
extra i'm the back room, Corners returned
to the girl In the grocery store. and the
sergeant and Mr.. Maloney disposed them
selves comfortably i'm chairs before the
wide open station house doors
Seated there the sergeant explained
to Mr.. Maloney that even in case the
stolen money should be recovered he
would not he able to bet 1t on the race
the next day.
IF they catch this Niger with the
| money on him" he said, cit will have to
go to court in the morning with the
prisoner. The Magistrate won't let you
have it most likely until late in the
afternoon Itll he too late then for you
| to bet it on the race"
The contractor. after some expressions
| of regret seemed disposed to accent this
| bad news philosophlcaly. He had a pc
| culiar way of speaking of himself in the
| third person. which gave his conversation
a picturesque and somewhat Oriental
| flavor.
"Maloney generally plays in good luck"
| he said. once in a while he may be
trimmed but not often. ought to have
| been more careful with my roll. but Will
liam Nicholas Maloney generally has
pretty good luck"
Here Mr. Maloney branched off into a
| series of stories illustrative not only of
his good luck, but of his skill as build
| er, his honesty. his acuteness Of intellect
| and his physical strength and prowess as
| well. He was interrupted in one of the
most thrilling of these stories by the
sergeant, who arose and pointed down
| the street.
There comes Lawson and slattery
with coon who has picked great many
pockets about here l think he's the
man, all right"
Mr.. Maloney after n few minutes spent
| in carefully scrutinizing a tall negro who
was approaching between the two detec-
| tives. stood up.
| The mantle very mani he ex-
| claimed SELLING the sergeant by the arm
| and shaking him. William Nicholas
Maloney, your luck hasn't left you. The
man that touched me- Haul him in here
| and search him"
| Under the guidance of Mr. MaIonev
| the detectives hurried the negro into the
| station house and damned him up against
| the railing in front Of The sergeant's desk
| Lawson, after a deXterous and scientific
| search through several Of his rockets
! drew forth a fat roll of bills and handed
| it to the sergeant
| Five hundred. | guess" said the ser
geant Count them. Mr.. Maloney. while
| | take this mans pedigree"
| The contractor counted the bills
| Five hundred dollars all right" he
added laying them back on the sergeant's
| desk. Then he turned to the negro and
addressed him in a sarcastic tone.
| You're clever fellow" he said: you
thought you could trim Maloney. did you?
| You thought Maloney who was settin'
up the drinks. was an easy thing. What
| do you think of Maloney now? What
do you think of Maloney's luck?"
| The negro having answered the ques-
tions put to him by the sergeant. was
| hustled into cell by the ohseotiious
doorman before he had a chance to say
what he thought of either Maloney or
| his luck.
The lucky one himself with many slaps
| on the back. was thanking the sergeant
| and the detectives for the return Of his
| money Connors, attracted by the loud
| talking and laughter appeared at the
| door. and was heartily welcomed by Mr.
Maloney.
Il tell YOU felers." he said 81 like you.
You've treated me white You're feilers
| of me own kind-God's noblemen'
There was a murmur of applause at
this modest statement. while Mr. Malon-
| ey Bit OFF the end of "A fresh cigar.
I'VE been treated white here" he said
when the cigar was lit and drawing. and
you may put William Nicholas Maloney
| of Bridgeport on record as saving So
| You've helped Maloney. and. although
| | can't bet on the race tomorrow. YOU
| fellers can.
"Old Tank is the horse that's goin to
| win. Billy Maginnis. me friend owns
| him. He told Maloney he was goin to
win.
"He bets $4,000 on him-Slo. OOO-Malonev
| saw the money with his own eyes Old
| Tanks the horse-not a word Maloneyl"
| AS Mr.. Maloney reached this perora-
| ton he smote the sergeant so violently
on the breast that that official staggered
back against the railing. and repeated
his last phrase, Not word MaIoney."
several times. rs If it were some sort of a
magic incarnation.
I'm off to bed. now" he continued.
after a short pause. But before I 20
| want all you fellers to have drink with
| me-"
The three detectives promptly accepted
Mr.. Maloney's invitation while the door
man and sergeant declined. explaining
| tnat tnelr Oftlclal duties forbade their
leaving the station house. Mr. Maloney,
after considerable more handshaking left
with the detective, who returned several
hours later. flushed with drinking and
enthusiasm in their praise of him.
Any one who had taken the trouble to
walk past the station house the next day
at noon might have seen Lawson stand
ing on the station house steps. clad in
the gayest and most sportive attire his
wardrobe afforded, and wearing a pair of
| field glasses in a leather case slung grace
fully from one shoulder. Beside him
stood Corners, Slattery, the doorman and
the sergeant.
Eve got your money here all right"
said Lawson tapping his breast; $500
in all, counting mine. 1t all goes on
| Old Tank"
Every cent" said the sergeant "a 8
to shot and cinch. I wish had more
cash handy to put on him.
ITS easy money" said Corners.
: THAT guy what gave us the tip knows
what he's talkin' about What a fool
Mulligan was not to put up any coin on
: him.
"Mulligan-the harp" said the door
man, contemporary. He never took
a chance in his life"
"Wel, I can't stay here worryin about
him if l want to get to the track in
time" said Lawson. starting down the
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