Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-11-18
ON BOARD THE TRAIN
Experiences Of Sleuths When
Travelling With Crooks.
MUST BE WATCHFUL
DOESN'T PAY TO TRUST TO
PROMISES OF PRISONERS.
What Happened to the Detective Who
Fell Asleep-A Cure for Neuralgia
That Worked Too Well.
MUST BE WATCHFUl

In the buffet car of the south-bound Con-
gressionai Limited, a few afternoons ago
came upon a well-known New York head
quarters detective. He was on his way to
Philadelphia 10 pick up New York ABB
sconder who had been gathered in by the
far from cumbersome Philadelphia sieuths
AT the moment l happened into him the
New York detective was rocking WITH
laughter in his buffet car chair over news
story he had been reading in one of the
New York evening papers. 1t was sug-
sested to him that the best way to get Il
all out of his system would be TO tell some
body else all abount It, Which the New
York detective. when he managed to set
his face straight AID the stitches out OF
ais side, proceeded 10 do.
Il wouldn't care TO be held up as CRITICS.
ing or knocking the sleuthing staff of an
other town." he said, but they sure must
have a swell mob of spud-peelers for fly
cop out St Loo way il this one that I've
just finished reading about is a fair speci-
men of the cork-shod, suspender-badge
nashers o the st. Louis staff.
Here's the story, The way they print Il
in this paper: The St. Louis detective was
conveying from San Francisco to 81. Louis
on the vanished cars, class second
story man who'd been corralled out i'm the
slope town. The ST Louis sleuth became
real fortywinsky, so he did as the train
slid through Utah. So he pulled his grid
die forward to shade his lamps. and
sprawled back in his seat alongside the
veranda man for few leagues OF slumber
1t looked all right 10 the ST. Loo fly bull
didn't the lag he was conveying have the
bracelets on? But the piazza man was a
gay character. He waited until the gum
shoeist with the St. Loo badge had saxo-
phoned along to the fortissimo stage and
got to dreaming of sure-enough money, and
then he frisked the st. Louis detective for
his key ring and its ornaments
1.-THE handcuT key was attached to the
key ring, which made 1t right handy foI
the lag. He unlocked himself, and with a
neat sense Of humor. snapped the wristlets
onto the sleuth, who still slumbered on be-
Ing some tired, as the paper states several
times. Not only that, but the balcony
climber cunningly chained the hlst-eureka
Cap. Collier from st. Loo TO a steam pipe
and still the Crafty Sranston from the ST
Loo office dozed on. Then the piazza boy
observing how good 1t looked, separated tht
Rip Van Wrinkle terror to evil-doers from
his split-second souper. his three-ka ra
mazarine-hued headlight, and his leather
containing some four hundred and odd ace
high coonskins.
Crook Vanished in the Brush.
"AH of this came off in the smoking com
partment of the chair car, of which the st
Loo sleuth and his captive were the onl,
| % for me- sign, dropped off the train. ana
vanished In the brush
Also at Ogden the chained sIeutb
strangely enough, awoke. The conductoI
couldn't see the st. Loo detectives story
Inc conductor was certain that the hob.
Died detective was really the prisoner and
SO he turned him over to the Ogden con.
stabuiary. The st. Loo detective finished
his sleep In the Ogden calaboose as a pris.
oner until the Ogden authorities got a
of II,
police authorities, when he was turned
| loose. The lag is still in the chaparrai. hit.
ting just occasional places. maybe.
I sure hate to have to report back tt
headquarters after having been treated fl
that scandalous manner by a prisoner
went on the New York detective I'D IA,
| afraid the old man might feel like gazine
| at me reDroachfully
There isn't anything more dead sure II
| these foxy days than that man In charge
! of a prisoner, no matter how long the hik,
| may be, has got TO have a certificate al
! membership in the sleep-f1a gging and bed
| hating association.
THE old days when at the beginning O,
| run home with a prisoner, you could ash
| him, Bill are you going to be good or not ?
and take his word for it if he nodded af
| firmatively, have passed.
"Out in Colorado Springs a few wears az,
/ nailed one Of the most scientific scratch
ers that ever kited big-money check.
around the Atlantic seaboard. He consent
ed TO return TO New Y DIRK with me withou
| eXtr2dftion documents.
| " I'm tired of this ducking around h.
| said to me, and I'm going to plead guilty
| give the beak on the bench the antelop
| gaze. and try to swing him for say, ;
| three-specker. or something about as Ugh
! as that. And after 1 do the bit I'm sur,
| going to quit scratching Pretty Iiltin,
| line of Epworth League conversation, that
hey? OF course, / pretended to gulp it
| why not?
Promised to Be Good.
What's more my scratcher went on
| confidentially, you'll be doing the real win
/ come thing IL you don't hobble me on tn,
run IN to New York. The chill of tn,
wristlets gives me the rheumatism In tn,
| forearms. TIN be all right I'm going t,
| be good. I'll stand watch-and- watch Will
| you. You need't worry
oh, what larks!' l said to that one. and
| snapped the cuffs on him real quick
knew that he was going to stand by 70,
| any old kind of chance 10 lose me 70,
| the south breeze of the brand he exude6
| wasn't the first of that kind I'd listened
! to. He sulked On me then, of course but
| that didn't prevent me from fastening ons
of the cuffs to my own wrist after we
boarded the eastbound train at Colorado
| Springs. 1t was a day coach, And | tool
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