Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-01-27
dler. IF you care to wait I'll have it

dler IF you care to wait I'll have it
tested"
Il Wait. 1 lofe to see the expert
frown und smile und give it up. 1t is
my joy"
AS the inventor went out to await
the test George Doyle, a detective
credited with a long list of important
captures, entered the office and salut-
ed Handler.
Isn't Bill Avery to he let loose to-
day?" queried the newcomer.
Don't know. Is he?" returned the
warden indifferently.
Doyle gazed at the other signifi-
, cantly.
Yes" he said. Il hear he's very
friendly with Jimmy Valentine. The
way Valentines lawyer is going after
new trial makes things look danger
GUS"
What about the man you had make
friends with Valentine in order to get
him to talk about himself-to give
himself away?" the warden asked
shrewdly.
Doyle shrugged.
Nothing to it, Valentine wouldn't
get confidential with him, but If l
could get Avery on my staff to work
for me and squeal on Valentine I'd
get him. I'd be able to keep him from
getting new trial"
Thus did the detective describe in
his conversation a small part OF the
system which his fellow man hunters
find of utility in serving their partic-
ular ends, whatever they may be-the
stool pigeon" system, which consists
of forcing or persuading released GRIM
inals to spy on their companions and
to convey to the police the information
they procure.
Sometimes the detective uses the
knowledge so gained for the purpose
of arresting a fugitive, again for Sc
curing a division of i'll gotten spoils,
again for the purpose of obtaining
witnesses who will find it policy to
commit perjury at a trial, and so the
underworld grows suspicious of its
neighbors and finds danger lurking
where friendships smile is sought.
The warden resumed the conversa-
ton.
II don't know about Avery's release"
he said "Oh, Smith," turning to his
assistant "where's the liSt?"
"On your desk"
"Oh. yes. Avery here?"
Hes waiting outside"
Let's have him."
Hes a tough old boy, this Avery"
commented Doyle, "but he's my one
best chance in trying to get the goods
on Valentine"
The secretary brought in Bill Avery,
whose gray hair, ashen face and stoop-
ing figure indicated that prison fare
was not rejuvenating, although there
was a strange sharpness in his eyes,
in his glance, that long career of fur
tive watchfulness had developed.
You're finally out, eh?" greeted the
prison master. you've done nine?"
Eight years ten months, sir"
Treated pretty well, weren't you?"
Avery gazed intently at Smith, then
he replied to his questioner:
you've never heard me complain,
have you?"
mo, and it wouldn't have got you
much"
81 saw that the first day in."
well. now what? Going to turn
square," Handler sneered as he spoke.
The released convict looked the
warden squarely in the eyes.
You know am. sir"
Handler laughed uproariously
Il know; they all say so. Oh, here's
an old friend of yours, Avery" The
speaker pointed to Doyle.
"I don't remember him." replied the
old man after a searching suspicious
inspection of the detective.
You don't remember mech, Bill?'
Doyle laughed.
Avery suddenly exclaimed:
Il got you now. You're Doyle-still
"copper""
Still a copper, Bill"
You amt got anything on me to
hold over me when I get out"
That's true, Bill. Anyway, this time
I'm your friend" said the detective
in earnest manner.
MY friend?" he exclaimed in aston
ishment.
The warden could barely suppress a
grin.
Yes; l think I know where / can
get YOU a pretty good job went on
Doyle engagingly.
Nobody wants me-" said Avery de-
spondently.