The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1912-04-05
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In the man called "Chief" had recog.
nized John G. Mccarthy, an ex-police
captain, the head OF a large, powerful +
and INSCRIPTIONS private detective
agency in the financial district
Drawing my Luger and holding my
pocket knife in my left hand As IL 1t
were the barrel of another pistol /
stepped in, covering the crowd.
Hold on, Mccarthy. Don't one OF
| you novel" said.
"Duncan!"
At least three OF them pronounced
my name In one astounded breath.
| The old man over whom Mccarthy
was bending looked up drunkenly. 1t
was the old Scotch seaman with dirty
whiskers and the ear trumpet. He
| began to whine and blubbet and put
ting up his arms drew the enraged Nc
Garrity down half on him as If to
shield himself from a possible bullet.
1t was q fatal mistake for me to center
my attention on them even for that
second and forget that the men with
whom | was dealing were quick to
think and quick to act One dived
for my legs. Hooley hurled a pillow
| full in my face. Someone I had not
seen caught me from behind and in
minute was down and being trussed
up with straps ripped from trunk
in the corner. l caught a glimpse of
the old Scotchman lurching out of
the door that opened into the hall.
well, we've got the other bird fast
and tight" said Mccarthy, as he
Strengthened up and brushed his
hands.
Not yet, sir" said a sweet girlish
voice and every one in the room turned
to see standing in the hall door with a
pair of our guns leveled on the
crowd-Miss Alexander and behind
her Tom Railway.
"Cut Mr. Duncan loose before
blow for the police" she SAID.
Mccarthy did not even swear as he
stopped and did her bidding
Now, Mccarthy" said, 'T will
trouble you for the sealed envelope
in your pocket. Sing Sing for you il
you don't, you know"
He reached into his breast pocket
for it and look of blank amazement
came over his heavy Irish face.
It's gone! l had it there a moment
ago."
Tom, catch the old Scotchman, who
just went out!" l shouted. 1t wa =
now as clear as day to me Iiie old
man represented dir interest work
ing against r. p. Purdon and, playing
a lone hand, nevertheless he had beat
en- us all. He had picked McGarrity's
pocket moment before and fed in the
melee.
Outside sounded Toms whistle sum-
moning me. l hesitated a second be-
fore going. We had the compelling
evidence against Mccarthy and his
men, ii We needed it. The Scotchman
was now our prey. Telling Miss Alex
ander to drop her muzzles, l said
good evening to the mortified group
and hurried out with the girl.
Calmly sitting in a taxicab in front
of the door was the old Scotchman
smoking a fine cigar with evident
relish.
He held out toward me Purdon's let
ter and a sealed envelope with small
jagged hole through it.
Hello, Duncan" said Rand's voice
from the bush of dirty whiskers. Il
am tired of the responsibility OF forty
million dollars worth of information.
You keep 1t. Jump in, Miss Alexander.
Tom, all Of you; let us go home and
get in touch with Mr.. Purdon and tell
him the good news"
l stood a full ten seconds staring
speechless at his makeup. By this
time l should have been accustomed
to Rand's marvellous acting and trans
formations OF personality, but | will
confess that l was stunned into stu
piuity by this one as | climbed in
silently. AS We bowled away feeling
of anger and resentment came over
me and then one of curiosity. | rapid
ly reviewed the events OF the day
and saw how he had fooled McGar-
rity and his men, how he had fooled
us and how he had achieved his end.
81 have got it all, Larry, except who
the big Fellow" is and how they
ever got the treaty out of the office"
"Why, that is simple. Dunk. You
heard Mccarthy say that man
! named Beaucoup did It. Well, II you
remember the Sportsman's Show last
winter, one OF the stars was Jean
Beaucoup, a famous half-bceed Mic
Mac French Canadian guide. He is
employed on the game preserves OF
Normand Bellamy, the American end
of the Rothschilds. Mccarthy has done
lots Of Bellamy's dirty work. Ergo
Bellamy is the big Fellow" Now.
we would have had to follow out the
! case through the physical evidence.
two scratches on tha deSk and a hit
of feather | found caught in a corner
! of the filagree OF the paper weight.
but the attack on us in the apartment
} put US In direct touch with the
, thieves and saved us lot of trouble.
} When | got that bit of feather under
the lens found 1t was Indian dyed,
piece of trout fly called the silver
doctor. Jean Beaucoup, from the win