Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-05
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Billings thin, nervous, educated man, look
him over keeny.
Il think your chances are good, Casey" he sal
"you haven't been on the force long enough f
the crooks to get to know your face and, here t
superintendent studied Casey's feet, "your feet a
not spatulated."
"No sir" promptly replied Casey, wonderil
what "spatuate" meant.
Billings smiled. Some of his Cleverest deteCtiv
were by no means men of letters
cry the shopping district Casey. This time
year the dips are extremely active ordered Billing
Now Casey might not know much about "spat
late" but he knew all about pickpockets and he we
forth from headquarters in his citizen clothes, II
of pride and determination. The pride was because
was now a sure-enough detective, the ambition was
land apickpocket before hadbeen on the job hol
and drag him triumphantly back to headquarters.
Caseys promotion was due to his clever discove
of gang of counterfeiters and his capture, singl
handed of the three of them together with their too
At least, his superiors thought it was cev
piece of work. Casey did not think it necessa
for him to explain that Feather Annie" h;
squealed to him because the leader of the Countt
feters had cast her aside.
There was an unusual display of mems hab(
dashery in one of the big shop windows.
A crowd of prosperous appearing men
stood about, deeply interested in scarves,
matched. Casey joined them.
Just tn bunch dip would reach for
unused Casey, they all look like ready
money" and he proceeded to look against
the plate glass while the Others looked
through it, making mirror of the window ~
and enabling him to size up the people about s
him. For although Casey was new to the =
plain-clothes department, he was old at q
many of the tricks OF the business.
Il wouldn't wear of those fuzzy hats
if they'd give me the store" man was
remarking to his companion.
The Society for the Suppression of I'm
necessary Noise would arrest man that wore
suchsocks my town, 'declaredanotherChap.
"A dollar and half for that scarf? | can
get one down town Just like it for a dollar"
commented young chap,
"Do you really own the East River" someol
queried.
Il certainly do, and | can prove it," came Il
response.
Instantly Casey was alert. What sort of talk W;
this, in the midst of passing remarks concernir
haberdaShery? 1t rang as clear and distinct to
ears out of the tangled comments, as the noe
whistle in the midst of street-car bells.
Casey turned, apparently to go on his way, bl
really to get back of the gentleman who declared /
owned the East River and there size him up.
"And you will sell t?" asked the doubter
GIVE got to sell it," sighed the other, putting c
a doeful face. Il hate to, but it is necessary
His companion was visiby impressed.
"Inever believed the East River would be for sal
Why it seems almost impossible. Tell me, do yc
actually own it?"
That what said, didn't? OF course, own
1t was left to me- poor old Marsters willed it to me
Casey got good look at the man who owned II
East River
"Bunco. all right, all right thought Case
"they don't dress the way they used to. Lool
like a business man, but he's got boob for fair.
Caseys judgment seemed pretty good. II