The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1908-02-16
Where is he p

on the edge of the wharf.
There he is, sir"
The detective thrust his fare in the
cabman's open palm. He said. more
70 himself than 10 the other.
believe he's going on the ferry
boat
That he is. sir; he's bound 70,
Camden"
Brooks made his way out Of tbs
crush, and gaining the sidewalk rar
rapidly toward the ferry house. The
gates leading TO the boat were open
and he could see the hack with the
yellow wheels going on the boat. The
first bell had sounded its warning
Brooks calculated that he would be in
time with a few seconds to spare. He
reached the ticket Office. tossed in his
PENNIES and received his bit of paste
board. AS he turned around a heavy
hand fell on his shoulder and a hearty
voice cried out:
Well. Of all things in the world.
Jim Brooks, as I'm q living mani
This is q cure for sore eyesf''
He recognized the man al once. II
was John Harkins. an old colleague,
with whom he had spent many a hap
py day on the Pacific slope. He had
not seen him in years. He paused
long enough TO make some incoherent
remarks expressive of the joy he felt
in the meeting. He concluded with:
See you later"
The next instant he was bounding
toward the boat The last bell had
rung while he was talking The gang
plank had been pulled in and as
Brooks reached the foot Of the slip the
iron gate closed with bang in his
face.
He was furious. He stood there in
his impotent rage watching the boat
as it churned its way toward the Jer-
sey side, carrying as the most valu-
able part of its cargo one cab with
yellow wheels. His first Impulse was
TO murder Harkins--the innocent cause
of his chagrin-but on second thought
he compromised by making an en-
gagement to take dinner with him.
Brooks crossed the river on the next
ferry boat. but all in vain. There was
no sign of the cab on the other side
of the river. and he returned to Phila-
delphia knowing that he would have
He never murmured. Patience and
persistence were his two strong traits.
One afternoon he was rewarded by a
second sight of the yellow-wheeIed
carriage. This time he did not lose
sight Of the vehicle. He followed il
10 its destination, and in forty-eight
hours had secured a complete history
Of the team and its driver. The car
riage was owned by a liveryman. who
hired it out to Neil Barlow by the
day. On some days, by reason of dis
sipation, Barlow did not call for the
vehicle, and on such occasions it re-
manned in the stable. It was signifi-
cant fact that the team was out on
the day that Brooks was attacked and
that it did not return TO the stable
until late that night. Moreover, NeIs
Barlow had employed the team as usual
on that day and had given the owner
50 cents more than the regular fee.
The detective was delighted with these
discoveries. He was morally satisfied
that Barlow was one of the men who
had tried 70 murder him From that
moment Barlow was spotted AT home
and abroad, waking and sleeping. he
was kept under constant surveillance.
The detective next turned to the
task Of finding the man with the lazy
eyes. It seemed like q ridiculous quest
but he thought-now that he had one
of the gang-that il was not hopeless.
Indeed. he felt somewhat Inundated
at having permitted the thugs to es-
cape at all They had clearly outwit-
ted him, even though Il was done with
the aid Of a pistol and a blackjack.
He admitted that he had been beaten
That could not be helped, but 10 stay
beaten-that would be a disgrace. He
learned among other things that Bar
low was a precinct politician. He had
served time for stufffng the ballot box,
and was one Of the parasites who
make a living by hanging on TO the
coat tails Of those who are more for
tunate in life. Reasoning thus. ii was
not difficult to assume that his IN
known associates were also engaged in
the national game.