Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-06-28

wear the police stars OF the Guy Vi
Chicago. And, Judging from the queer
little smile which Miss Clement gave
me as we walked down Fifth avenue
after our meeting, it seemed that the
mission was to remain a secret.
1T seems" l said that the occa-
sion Of your coming to New horA
ought to be enough to cause you 10
tell little of it anyway"
She directed one of those hashing'
good humored looks at me.
"Can YOU remember a time when
ever told anything of case before
/ finished it," she Queried.
was forced to admit that she was
right. Miss Clement continued:
Resides" with a smile, New YORK
isn't so new to me. I made an arrest |
here once"
1t was then that crossing jam tooh
our attention from things criminal
| and it was not until an hour later
when seated in the moonlight on the
top deck of a Coney Island boat. that
the conversation drifted back. l had
said something about the detective
stories of fiction and the wonderful
doctors who always are finding GRIM
finals through their scientific inVest-
cations.
And vet" said Miss Clement,
there's many a story of fiction that
has its counterpart in real life. For
instance. that New York arrest spoke
of was an example of what can De
done by science. The up-to-date po-
lice departments are not so BIND 10
new discoveries as you might think
AS the story started, l could not
help admiring the picture before me-
the white clad figure with It's nat
shielding the face from the pearllike
flood of the moon, the flash of eyes
now and then as the head turned, the
clasped hands-and on beyond the
rolling sea. cleaning and swirling IN
the Fight light In the distance the
shore slid past in black, ever changing
shadows. 1t was a cool night, and the
J usual crowd of the boat was absent
= Here and there about the deck, how
/ ever, sat young men and young wom-
, en- conversing in low tones, or sitting
81 ent and looking out to the thin line
} of the horizon. Far ahead, a light
house flashed its warning. The steam
] of the ships exhaust mixed incongru-
7 ously with the music of the boat or
: chestra. | leaned nearer that l might
i hear better.
q 81 can't say that | ever was really
e assigned to a case where murders or
e something of the kind have been con-
e cerned," Miss Clement had begun, but
q st always seems l am just happening
8 along by accident. This New York
e case q call it that because the case
was finished here) was one OF those
q affairs, though not murder.
81 was walking down State street
Chicago. one morning when a crowd
around store caused me to stop. The
shattered glass and general wreckage
within told of some kind Of accident
elbowed my way to the door. anc
there met one of the men from the
= central office.
Whats happenedy l inquired
"Safe blowing was the answer
% And it was a real one. The yeggmal
n who did this job must have though
- he was a Mount Vesuvius. He no
only tore the store to pieces, but n
% tried to do the same thing to himself
=, He pointed to few spots of blood Of
the wall, evidently where the safe
Ia blower had been knocked by the ea
70 plosion and cut his head. But just tn
% same the detective continued, tina
u didn't keep him from cleaning the SAT
of about $4,000 in money and pape
IN and getting away. And that's wha
m gets me- can't for the life of m
id see how he managed to escape.
ee "A cursory glance on the GU
is side. however, showed that tt
matter of escape had been fai
60 ly easy. An alley was at II
= side of the building, and from Their
by dark routes through an excavatic
~, and an unfinished building, it was cas-
yet to reach Wabash avenue and the ra
mt road yards beyond. l have never mat
lid 1t much of point to spend much tin
l figuring out by what method ma
it'll has escaped 1t doesn't do much
Ike ward finding him. | went back In
all the store.
l What do you think of it?' ! ask
hia the central office man.
ut isn't what you'd call the be
chance in the world was his answ'
There's not a thing to hang clue G
heI The only chance we have is to
g." track of some of that negotiable
ar per and trace him that-huk'
He had been digging around In
g." rubbish near the safe. and pulled for
a bundle of papers. That clue
gone. The robber had taken only I
jest money. l looked around the room.
ust "'At least l said, we can find
on whether he is a negro or a VIII
man. Lend me your knife
and Il stepped to the wainscoting
by clipped on bit of blood-stained wo
city Then / started for a microscopic.
THAT night q chance was In
grasp and I was on a Kansas c
Flyer, bound for Fort Leavenwor
mer Kan. And the next afternoon
why Leavenworth?" asked. IT
arly you found out his name?"
Miss Clements smile flashed In