The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1909-08-13

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coat, uncovering the official shield of
the detective bureau.
"Ah!" commented Maitland, polite
ly. "A detective? How interestingl"
"Fire-escape winder's broke, all
right" This was the policeman. re-
turned. And some ones let down the
bottom length of ladder, but there amt
nobody in sight"
mo-" interjected Hickey, end there
wouldn't We been IL you'd been waitln'
in the back yard all night"
Certainly Not," Maitland agreed,
blandly; especially If my burglar had
known it. In which case fancy he
would have chosen another route-by
the roof, possibly"
"Yeh know somethin' about roofs
yehself. donchuh?" suggested Hickey.
well, guess yeh'll have time to write
book about it while yeh--"
He stepped Unexpectedly to Matt
lands side and bent forward. Some
thing cold and hard closed with a
snap around each Of the young mans
wrists. He started up, face afiame
with indignation, forgetful of the girl
hidden in the alcove.
What the devill" he cried, hotly
jingling the handouts.
All come on" Hickey advised him.
"Yeh can't bluff IL forever, you know.
| Come along and tell the sarge all
about it, Daniel Maitland, Esquire,
alias Handsome Dan Anisty, gentle.
man burglar. All, cut that out. young
fellow; yeh're foxy, all right, but
yeh've pushed yer run of luck too
hard"
Hickey paused, perplexed. finding nc
words wherewith adequately to voice
the disgust aroused in him by his pris.
oner's demeanor, something far from
seemly. to his mind.
The humor OF the situation had Just
dawned upon Maitland and the young
man was crimson with appreciation.
Go on, go on" he begged, feebly.
Don't let me stop you, Hickey. Don't,
please, let me spoil 1t all. Your Sher.
lock Holmes. Hickey. is one of the
finest characterlzations 1 have ever
witnessed. 1t is privilege not to be
underestimated to be permitted to play
Rallies to you. Blu. seriously, my dear
sleuth!" with an unhappy attempt to
wipe his eyes with hampered fists,
don't you think you're wasting your
! talents?"
By this time even the policeman
seemed doubtful. He glanced askance
at the detective and shufied uneasily.
AS for the cabby, who had clustered
in at first with intent to demand his
due in no uncertain terms, apparently
Maitlands bearing. coupled with the
inherent contempt and hatred Of the
nighthawk tribe for the minions of the
law, had won his sympathies complete
! ly. Lounging against a door-jamb.
quite at home, he genially puffed an
unspeakable cigarette and nodded ap-
probation of Maitland's every other
word.
But Hickey-Hickey bristled bellig.
erently.
Fine" he declared, acidly; fine
and dandy. / take off my hat to yeh,
Dan Anisty. l may be a bad actor, all
right. but yeh got me beat at the
post"
Then turning to the policeman Il
got him right. Look here" Drawing
folded newspaper from his pocket,
he spread IL open for the officers in
spection. "Yeh see them pictures
Now, on the level, is 1t natural?"
The patrolman frowned doubtfully,
glazing from the paper to Maitland
The cabby stretched a curious neck,
Maitland groaned inwardly; he had
seen that infamous sheet.
Now listen" the detective ex.
pounded with gusto. "Twict to-day this
here Maitland, or Anisty, meets me.
Once on the stoop here, md he's Matt.
land nd takes me to lunch-see? Next
time it's in Harlem, where I've been
sent with a hot tip from the c'mmis-
s'ner's Office to find Anisty, nd he's
still Maitland nd surprised to see me-
l amt sure then, but I'm dom some
heavy thinkin'. all right. / let's him
go and shadows him. After a while
he gives me the slip nd chases down
here, waitin' for him to turn up. Com.
ing down on the car buys this paper
nd secs the pictures, and then I'm
on. See?"
"Uh-huh," grunted the patrolman
scowhng at Maitland. The cabby
caressed his nose with a soiled fore
fiager refiectively, plainly bit pre-
JUDGED by Hickey's exposition.
"One minute" Maitland iaterjected
eyes twinkling and lips twitching
How long ago was 1t that you began
to watch this house, sleuth?"
Five minutes before yeh come,
responded Hickey, ignoring the insult
Now"
TOOK you long time TO figure this
out, didn't It? But go on, please"
well, / picked the winner, all
right" fiared the detective Il guess
that'l BE about all for yours"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Business Of Farming.