Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1912-10-25

detective admiring.y, beaming on his
famous friend.
To let daylight through Froest was
precisely what O'Brien had planned
to do, when, after escaping from GUS
tody in the United States, he took ref
uge in Paris. HE had never forgiven
me-" said Froest, for getting him
at Albany, and he was in London be
fore l knew it, and two English pals
of his have told me that they stopped
him from finishing me in Regent
street by pulling him into doorway
After that l got busy and dropped on
O'Brien while he was tackling a good
English porterhouse steak and chips
in Gatti's restaurant in the Strand
He saw me coming" added the de-
tective, "and got out quick, and he
thought he'd given me the slip, but
was behind him In the street before
he knew it, and, as we were too many
for him to have any chance in a
fight, he threw up the sponge. That's
his pistol over there. Yes, wicked
gum
frankie here sent O'Brien back ts
Paris" said w. a. Pinkerton land
there, you know, he killed another
American crook named Reid Waddle
at the north station, and they wanted
to behead him, but the authorities
there decided that as he had merely
wiped out another bad man he'd only
get a 'lifer,' so they sent him to New
Caledonia
Success in Two Lines of Work.
AS fact, Froest's admirers do not
know which to admire most, his
strength or his shrewdness. 1.-The Sc
cret Of detective work." he said to me.
lis the elimination of the unneces-
sary, "and like Rouletabille in THE
Mystery of the Yellow Room" he al
ways has taken hold of "the right end
of his reason" 1t was under his d.
rection that Scotland Yard drew the
net of evidence tight around Crippen,
another American by the way, and OF
the scores OF stories they tell Of his
shrewdness one may be recalled be.
| cause 1t Is rather funny.
Near bungalow in the country a
man was found dead, head down in a
water butt. There was an ugly bruise
on his forehead, and as the local po
| lice believed there had been foul play.
Inspector Froest, as he was then, went
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the scene and his eyes twinkled. This
Is not a case of murder" he said
That man was a tramp. He hurt his
head In climbing through the fence
| he probably was going to break into
the house went to battle 1t in
the water butt. AS he put his head
down he slipped and fell in
1t was like Sherlock Holmes lectur
ing Lestrade and Gregson, but one OF
Froest's hearers was not convinced
''Impossible!" he cried, and to prove
that it was impossible he leaned over
the water butt A second later his
heels were in the air, there was a
splash, and If Froest had not fished
him out promptly he surely would
have proved the superintendent the
DRY to be right.
Master Of Disguise.
In his active service" days Froest
was a master of disguise and make
up, and could dress any part at a few
priest, such priest. too. as would
convince the pope himself of his in
nate saintliness. Since then he has
| trained many pupil, and from the
, Big red building on the Embankment
pa: will see go forth at various times
city" men in silk hats, carpenters
racing touts, and men who look like
doctors-all of them the superinten
dents henchmen, and each playing his
part in the amending fight with crime
while up in his office sits Froest, like
Bunty, pulling the strings"
When he. quits, definitely, next
month, he Is going to take pleasure
cruise to the West Indies, and then
will look in on you in Gods country
for bit, visiting his friend, big Bill
Pinkerton, and perhaps Colonel Lit
tie of Baltimore, Md. with whom he
worked In the Moore case, and who
still writes to him at the beginning
of every new year After that he is
coming back to settle down in the
West Country and. in the season, in
dulge in his favorite hobby. which Is
shooting Tin preference to being shot
att. Meanwhile he will rest-which
he has a right to do If ever a man
had.-Hayden Church.