The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-05-29
Capture of the Hing Of Coiners 49,

| breast pocket so they know you, and slope
IN the confusion. So long!"
| Dick Fulton pulled his hat down over his
| eyes and skunk out. The detective called
| for a four-penny cigar and lighted ii. He
pulled at it in silent satisfaction for a few
minutes and then rose and walked TO the
| door.
"Good!' he muttered, good. If that chap
keeps his nerve till 10 tonight I've got the
whole lot in the hollow of my hand
| A slight mist was falling that night as a
| quiet countTy-looking man stood open
I mouthed before a wondrous roster displayed
outside the Surrey Theater. The picture
portrayed a terrific struggle in a dismal
room between four thieves and the police,
who had just burst in. In the center lay
one officer shot through the heart, the
others were holding the criminals at bay
with their revolvers.
That's a hot 'un. guv'nor, amt it?"
said tattered damsel. hitching up her
shawl II see it last night, and it fair
gives you the shivers It's just like life
Like life?" said the man; you don't
mean to say anything as awful as that
ever happens, do you?
I'm course" replied the girl, scornfully;
that's nothing to what the coppers has
to stand sometimes"
Dear me-" said the man. you surprise
The girl passed along with a goodnight,
and the man gave quiet laugh. Then all
at once he started. There over the road
his eyes, suddenly very keen and bright.
had caught sight of tall, thin man who
had stopped and looked across at him for
a moment; and then sauntered away.
Dick Fultonv he said, looking round
him, that's the ticket. It's time L was
moving. L wonder whether Donovan's
handy?' He took out his handkerchief and
blew his nose violently.
A LOFT
the shadow of a side turning and followed
him. mysterious sign or two as they
went along and other men seemed to spring
A few streets away Sergeant Jenkins stop
ped at the corner. and his followers melted
away into the gloom of the doorways and
badly-lighted side streets as quickly and as
quietly as they had appeared. The detect
i've had halted thus abruptly because he
had seen the tall, thin man stop a few
doors down the street and heard him give
lighted, gaunt house, which could only be
distinguished from its neighbors in the
by t beins b if 5 s &
nal was evidently heard and understood,
for after the lapse of few seconds and
opened pe noiseiessly and DICK S' Futon of the
copper's mark" entered and disappeared
from sight.
Sergeant Jenkins had a whispered and
hurried collOquy with his SubordinateS, and
they went off, with the exception of four, in
various directions with the air of men who
knew their duty and meant to do it. One
drew a revolver and slipped 1t into the side
pocket of his pilot coat, another buttoned
himself up and settled his hat firmly on his
head, third opened and shut something
with click which suggested handouts.
The minutes went by, and the detective and
his men made no movement-for any sign
/ they gave of life they might have been
statues. Half-past struck and still they
waited, the three-Quarters chimed out and
still they did not stir. But 10 began to
strike the detective silently walked to the
door at which Dick Fulton had entered, and
gave the same kind OF knock the mark
had done. Two of his men followed and
stood out of sight, one each side of the
door, while he bent his towards the key
footsteps, the rattle of chain, and then a
voice said in low tone, Whats oclock?"
-Four half-crowns," said the detective,
quietly.
A bolt slipped back-the door opened and
he passed in. The man behind the door was
about to close it. when a hand was placed
over his mouth, he felt a revolver pressed
to his head and voice said in his ear, ''Si-
lence, or you are dead mani"
The warning almost unnecessary
Taken utterly by surprise. his tongue re-
fused it's office, and before he could re-
cover himself he hurried out of the
door and given into the custody of third
man, who handcuffed him and marched him
down the dark and deserted street
The church clock had barely ceased strik-
ing the hour, when Sergeant Jenkins, fol-