The Nome daily nugget., 1911-12-05


 door of the Pullman state room. He had taken om his coat and thrown Il up on a hook. He had drawn an un- expected revolver from nowhere. slap. ped il down on the seat opposite him. and covered 1t with u pillow Now. in hls shirt sleeves. with hls legs out stretched. al his ease. he looked out of the window al the world from which he had momentarily escaped-a stand still world through which the train was flying g-and he yawned little at 1t, comfortably. and folded his arms tightly on his comfort. and hugg,d Il glow. contented sigh.
 Here he was. then--thc great" de- tective who had proved himself clev- erer than the cleverest counterfeiters had come out of the government secret service with the name of being the best operative that the department had ever known. who had made possible the success of the graft investigation in San Francisco. and ferreted out the evidence of the public land frauds in Oregon and California. and pitted hi"- self against public corruptionists and 'yeggmen" and railroad thieves and bribe taking legislators and murderers and dynamiters. successfully. without failure. year after year Never fall Burns" Here he was. one or the most conspicuous veterans of the social struggle Of our day. apparently perfect for his particular wok in the world. ss interesting as genius-and aa inscru table What was the power hidden in him that had made him what he was
 He had been for three days in In dianapolis cleaning up" the evidence against the men whom he had arrest ed for dynamiting the Los Angeles Times building In California: and dur ing those three days he had been iiv- eyes of all the reporters of the town. He had been followed. wherever pos sible. by detectives "for the defense" he was seeing. where he was searching. He had moved through this observation and surveillance with an easy. jovial manner. laughing and talking in the hotel lobby or on the street. without a trace of the manner of the tradition al "sleuth." without 80 much as . glance behind him or a confidential word out of the corner of his mouth. And during the whole time he had been secretly meeting and directing his op- eratives. consulting with the police. and gathering by telphone and tele- graph the evidence and corroboration Of witnesses against the men whose movements for months past he had been carryinE-mapped out to the last detail-in the silence that lay behind his breezy public manner and his can did. uncunning smile.
 The Art ot "0lsguisin9" Naturally.
 William J. Burns Is concededly great detective: but any one who had watched him for those three days would never have suspected that he was a detective at all. His art is the sort that conceals itself naturally. as If in the mysteries of intuition Not only Is his personal appearance a per feet disguise" but the outward habit of his mind Is as good ss an alias. His portraits represent him as large. dark. presumably siow.moving person of the we'll known police captain type. He Is red. bisk. rather small in stature with the general appearance of a pros' porous business man. quick in his movements and gestures. and aitogeth. CT dynamic in his effect He Is ak far from the typical police detective as he Is from the pale and penetrat- ing" Sherlock Holmes. He Is the son of a merchant who happened 10 be elected to the board of police commis- sioners In Columbus. Ohio. He inter- l ested himself tn the local detective work as inevitably ss genius of any sort Is drawn to It's aptitude. He had the gift" It shows on the surface of his personality as little as skill In mathematics might. or the ability to guess the answsrs to charades.
 invsstisatIen Wa 0ssuW . Menth es. ! fers the Les Angeles Explosion. When he began to talk about the case of the Los Angeles dynamitsrs. 1t was amussdly. with the pleasure of . business man sslating the intrtcacisa of some deal" that he had just closed successfully You sec" he sAid. we began on this. investigation away back in Septemhsr. month hseors the sx- piosion h Los Angeles. September (. 1910. Sunday night.
 At least. that was the night of ths dynamitlnG that we were first called