The Raymer enterprise., 1911-03-02

agent y. q slT.
Marden."
"All right, Mr.. Cohoon, get you.
What's wanted?"
This is BullIyants?"
Certainly"
Wanted tc be sure, that's all We're
bit puzzled over here. Can you
send good man for some peculiar
work."
Why. don't know. You see, all
our crack-a-iacks are out on special
Jobs just now. Must you have a man
at once?"
"Instantly-else I'll have to try
elsewhere"
"Ali right, Mr. Cohoon-l1l attend
to the matter in person. Be over
right away. Good.by"
And Marden replaced the receiver
on its hook. donned his hat and light
oyercoat-for the spring breezes blew
cold over San Franclsco-and five min.
utes later was In the elevator of the
California & Pacific Railroad build.
Ing on his way to the office Of the gen.
cral traffic agent.
1t should perhaps be promised, by
way OF introduction. that o. X. Marden
embodied In himself all the abilities
and traditions of the famous BULL.
wants Limited whom he served, which
was the corporate or public name OF
the smartest aggregation OF brains
ever gotten together for the detection
OF time, the unraveling OF puzzling
mysteries, and the solving OF more or
less difficult legal problems.
Bulityants Limited. as all the world
knows, was perhaps the leading secret
inquiry agency OF the nineteenth and
twentieth centuries. with branches In
every capital and an army of experts
In field and office at It's beck and call
Consequently, when every other earth.
" power had failed--police secret
service or private detective-Bulli.
wants was very apt to be called upon
AS a torlorn hope. OF course. their
charges were high. but then most of
their clients were perfectly willing
to pay for successes-and that's what
l'ulllvants practically guaranteed once
they agreed to take hold OF your prob.
lem or case,
harden himself was about rs little
like the traditional detective as one
could imaglne-a trait that distin.
gnished all OF BullIyans' men. where.
IN perhaps lay much OF their success.
lie merely typ!fed the ordinary well.
to-do and masterful business man. yet
under his brown fedora hat there re.
posed a set OF brains which argued
Tor his success In any commission
which he assumed or directed.
AS result he was able to meet
the great Patrick Cohoon on foot.
Ing OF equality. The traffic manager
OF the c. & +. was equally leyelhead.
ed, so the twain met on level terms of
brain scope,
What's the trouble. Mr.. Cohoon?"
Queried Marden. when the usual ameni.
ties of greeting had been satisfied.
Well" said Cohoon, "a hundred
and ten thousand dollars is the trou.
BILE. which Is Just leetle mite more
than the c. & P. can afford to lose
every day In the week"
For instance?" Queried Marden, as
one used to dealing with big problems.
amid which such trifes as 100000
was mere bagatelle
Its this way" quoth Cohoon. pass.
ing out a box OF cigars OF the four
ior.a.dollar variety. "On March 20 last
our freight agent at Virginia City re.
ceiycd and receIpted for car load OF
silver bars-eight tons In all-worth
? approximately $4,000. This car was
routed directly for San Francisco
where II was consigned to Beatty g.
Bates. being ultimately destined for
the mint here. The train, No. "a. was
made up at Virginia City. 2S cars in
all. Car 22662. belonging to the c.
4 N. w. was the one containing the
silver-you know how freight cars
are used indiscriminately by different
roads until they work their way back
homer"
Marden nodded understandingly.
Now. Mr. Marden. here comes the
mystery: Somewhere on this diyl.
sion. between Reno and San Fran.
cisco. car 22662 simply vanished OF
the face OF Gods earth. together with
Its contents. eight tons OF silver bars
and neither hide nor hair OF It has
been seen slnce!"
The metaphor was slightly mixed,
but we set that down to the annoyance
and perplexity Of General Trafiic Man.
ager Cohoon.
Now" he resumed. ITS up to me
to iind that car-or rather, / want
BullivanA 70 do II. Oh. yes." be went
on, In anticipation Of the question
which be saw In Marden's eyes, we've
Aad our reed detectives on the Job