The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1910-03-10
men in tn. upper chambers the next
morning afforded the evening press the
sensation Of the year.
CHAPTER III.
ANGEL ESQUIRE.

ESQUIRE came to occupy the position
he does at Scotland Yard. On his ap-
pointment, An Officer of Twenty
Years, standing wrote to the Police
Review and characterized the whole
thing as "a job" Probably it was. For
Angel ESQUIRE had been many things in
his short but useful career, but never q
policeman. he had been a big game
shot, e special correspondent. .
~"scratch" magistrate, and his nearest
position in any police force in the
world was when he was appointed .
J.&P. OF Rhodesia, and, serving on the
Tuli commission, he hanged M'Linchwe
and six OF that black desperado's COM
panions.
His circle of acquaintance extended
to the suburbs of London, and the SUI
b~urbanites, who love you to make their
flesh creep, would sit in shivering but
pleasurable horror whilst Angel Es-
quire elaborated the story of the exc
cution.
In Mayfair Angel Esquire was best
known as a successful mediator.
who is that DC -looking young man
with the wicked eye?" asked the Dow
ager Duchess of Hoeburn; and her
vis-a-vis at the Honorable Mrs. Car
ter-Walker's Shutdown tea"-it was
II. the days when Mayfair was aping
suburbia-put up his altogether unnec-
essary eyeglass.
"Oh, that's Angel Esquire!" he said,
carelessly.
What is he" asked the duchess.
"A policeman"
"InGia?"
"Oh, no, Scotland Yard"
Good Heavens!" said her grace in q
shocked voice. How very dreadful!
What is he doing? Watching the
guests, or keeping a friendly y on
the Carter w0Dnap'S SpoopS2o
The young mar guffawed.
Don't despise Old Angel. Duchess
he said. Hes a man to know. Great
fellow for putting things right. II you
have a row with your governor, or get
into the hands observation-disclosures, OF
generally, if you're in a mess of any
kind, Angels the chap to pull you out
ma with a new interest.
Angel Esquire, with a cup OF tea In
one hand and a thin grass sandwich in
the other, was the center of a group
of men, including the husband of the
hostess. He vas talking with some
animation.
81 held three aces pat, and opened
the pot light to let 'em in. Young Sa-
Vile raised the opening to a tenner, and
the dealer went 10 better. George Man
fred, who had passed, came in for a
pony, and took one card. I took two,
and drew another ace. Saville took
one, and the dealer stood pat.
pony. Saville raised 1t to so. the deal
er made it 100 and George Manfred
doubled the bet. 1t was up to me. ]
had four aces; I put Saville with q
full" and the dealer with a flush
had the beating Of that lot; but what
about Manfred? Manfred is a felle,
with all the sense going. He knew
what the others had. If he bet. he
had the goods, so I chucked my -four
aces into the discard. George had 8
straight f1ush."
A chorus of approval came from the
group.
well have been further strengthened in
his opinion that of all persons Mr.
AngeEMas least fitted to fill the .respon.
sible position he did.
If the truth be told, nobody quite
knew exactly what position Angel die
hold. If you turn into New Scotland
Yard and ask the janitor at the door
for ,'r. Christopher Angel-Angel Els.
quire by the way was a nickname at.
ixed by a pert little girl-the consta-
Bile. having satisfied himself as to YOU
bona-fdes, would take you up a flight
OF stairs and a you over to yet ar
other officer. who would conduct you
lll1ou6I ~ SWlllS OOOIS, dIlC
along uncounted corridors till he
stopped before a portal inscribed "647.'
Within. you would find Angel Esquire
sitting at his desk. doing nothing, with
the aid Of a Sporting Life and q small
weekly guide to the Turf.
Once Mr.. Commissioner himself
walked into the room unannounced anG
found Angel SO immersed in an elabo,
rate calculation. with big sheets Of pa.
per closely filled with figures, and oper
books on either hand, that he did not
hear his visitor.
What is the problem?" asked Mr.
Commissioner, and Angel looked VI
Ing his visitor, rose.
What's the problem?" asked Mr.
Commissioner again.
"a serious flaw, SIR" said Angel
with all gravity. Here's Mimosa han.
dicapped at seven stone nine in the
Friary Nursey, when. according to my
calculations. h a give the field 8
stone, and beat any one of EN-"
The commissioner gasped.
my dear fellow" he expostulated
II thought you were working on the
Lagos bank business"
Angel had a far-away look in his
eyes when he answered.
ooh that is all finished. Old Carby
was poisoned by a man named-forget
his name now, but he was a Monrovian.
I wired the Lagos police, and we caught
the chap this morning at Liverpool
took him off at Elder, Dempster boat
The police commissioner Eeamed.
my congratulations, Angel. By Jove,
I thought we shouldn't have a chance
of helping the people in Africa. ID
there q white man in it?"
Continued Next Week.)
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