The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1903-07-24
MORRIS COUNTY CHRONICLE, FRIDAY. JULY a. 1908

building without the knowledge of my
Waterman, a detail upon which Reedy
insisted. While this project was in
process of execution the detective Sc
cured a private word with me.
"This amt any trance" said he, re-
ferring to Donald's disclosure. IF it
was, I'd say, Nothing doing! / don't
believe in that sort of thing. But your
young friends got some kind of dead
straight tip. He knows what he's talk
ing about. He don't know as much as
he pretends to. Take that business
about the suit of clothes as an exam
pie. He merely followed my lead. But
what he does know for certain is that
somebody's after that money, and he
wants to make sure that they don't get
it. And that description is no dream.
You can gamble on that"
So long as Mr.. Reedys view did not
prevent him from exerttng his best en-
deavors in the case l had no desire to
quarrel with him, but he did not dis
turb, in the slightest degree, my faith
in Donald The matter of the position
of the packages had settled that, not to
mention Donald's accurate knowledge
of the amounts contained in them.
have never been able to remember why
l divided the money in that way, but
there was no reason why l should have
mentioned the circumstance to any one.
MY opinion at that time was that Don
aldson might know about it, though
could not positively recall having told
him. We knew the total amount, and
SO did Carl Archer and Jim Bum, but
it was q certainty that none of these
persons had given Donald his informa-
ton.
1t was about 8 O'Clock when we got
into the factory, and during an hours
time nothing of Importance occurred.
The night was windy and dark. We
could get very imperfect view from
our window, for the lamp in the street
was dim and very much blown about.
Once we thought we saw the figure OF
Reedy crouching beside the office and
occasionally our Waterman appeared in
the roadway between the two build
fngs.
our nerves on edge, and when the whis-
tie Of the 10 o'clock train blew we
jumped as If it had been an unusual
sound 1t seemed very loud and star
Ting
A fine rain had begun to fall, but we
did not know of 1t until we saw the
top of a covered carriage that passed
along the roadway glitter with the
moisture. 1t was a carriage that did
not remember to have seen in Tun-
bridge, and | communicated this fact
to Donald in whisper, though | fancy
we might have spoken aloud without
doing any harm.
The carriage passed rapidly Just as
the train whistled, and thought there
must be somebody in it who was hur
rying to the station, but l could see no
one at all. Half minute later our
Waterman paused directly in front Of
the window. He lighted his pipe, and
the match made a great fare In the
dark. Then, after he had smoked
bit, he suddenly thrust his pipe into
his pocket and ran toward the office.
Curiosity got the better Of me, and /
softly raised the window. The sound
of angry voices came from beyond the
smaller building. The words were in
distinguishable at first and then
heard Reedy say with precision and
conviction:
You're Scotch Davy; that's who you
are. I've been looking for you"
Again there was tangled jargon,
ending, as before, in the supremacy of
Reedy's cold tones.
You're the Waterman, ehT' said he.
"Well, you're a nice kind of a watch
man, you are! There's two men in the
factory building at this minute, and
you don't know anything about it.
Who am L? Mr.. Harrington will intro
duce me. Catch hold of the other wing
of this old jailbird, and We'll go and
find your boss"
Donald and dropped out of the win
dow and ran into the street. where we
encountered the trio, who were all
talking at once.
Bring him into the office" l called,
and he led the way.
AS struck light / heard Donald
at my elbow. He seemed to be greatly
agitated, and he was muttering: This
is dreadful! This is dreadful
Immediately Reedy and the watch
man stalked in with their prisoner.
Each Of the officers had revolver in
his disengaged hand, and they were
using these weapons in emphatic GEES
ticulation. l had strong temptation
to dodge behind my desk in the face
OF this recklessnesa
The prisoner at the first glance
seemed to answer Donald's description
wonderfully well except In the matter
of attire He was dressed In black
suit of expensive material, and he car
RED gold headed umbrella marked
the cold brutality OF the face, the cru
city OF the thin and rigid lips, and
made up my mind that l was In the
presence of a very desperate charac-
ter.
'"rhis is an outrage he protested in
a voice that matched his iron counte-
nance.
"Uncle," whispered Donald, they've
made a mistake. This is not the man"
mot the manT' echoed Reedy, who
had caught the words
Certainly not, )" said Donald Didn't
l tell you that he had dimple in his
chin, a little, round hole that looked
as II it had been made with brad