Evening star., 1914-04-19

in the same ratio there is always doubtful con
federate who may peach 10 himself
Thomas stirred from his place against the
rail. He drew on his pipe ami pretended to be
stoldlv interested in the sweating Stevedores the
hoist booms, and the brown coffee bags.
\ hand fell lightly on his shoulder.
Haggcrty had keen eye for a face He saw
weak spots. where hundred other men would
have seen nothing out Of the ordinary. The de-
tcctive always planned his campaign upon his in
depreciation of the face OF the intended victim
"Webb?"
Thomas lowered his pipe and turned YES, Sir"
~Where were you between 'leven an twelve last
nighto"
What is that to you, Sir97 yeoman of the
Guard style.
What did Jameson take away from vou?.
Who you, and what's your business with
mee" The pipestem returned with click to its
ivory wise.
My name is Haggcrtv, of the New York de-
tective force; American Scotland Yard, if thatn
sound better. Better tell me all about it.
I'm British subject, and on board a British
ship
Nothing doing in m Lord style, Webb When
y put your foot on that pier you become arnenable
to the laws o the United States, specially if you've
committed a crime"
a crime?7
Listen here! You went into Lumpy Joe's,
waited till Jameson got drunk an then YOU rolled
~Rolled?7 genuinely bewidered
Picked his pockets, if you want it blunt The
question is, Did he take it from you, you from
hm2 | can arrest you Mr.. Webb, British subject
not. Its up to you to tell me the story. Don't
be afraid OF me- don't eat up men. All you got
to do is to treat me the level. You won't lose
anything if you're honest
Come with me, Sir The s1nuggler was in
his day, match in cunning for any or all of his
Majesty coast guards.
Haggerty followed the Young man down the
various companionways. 1nstnctively he knew
what coming the pith Of the matter, if not
the details Thomas pulled his trunk, un-
locked it, threw back the ld and picked up an old
leather box.
Look at this, Sir. 1t was my mothers. And
I'd be fine chap, would not, to let drunken
scoundrel steal it and get away with it?'
1t was Neapolitan brooch, Of pink coral, sur
rounded by small pearls. Haggerty balanced it
his palm and appraised it at three or four hun
dred dollars. He glanced casually into the leather
box. Some faded tintypes, some letters very
old Bible, and odds and ends OF a young mans
fancy. Haggerty shrugged 1t looked if he
had stumbled into a mares nest.
He said you took money
He lied' terselv.
DO Y want to appear against hiln?7
No. We sail at seven tomorrow. So long as
he missed his shot, let him go
why didn't Y lodge a complaint against
hi1n?'
I'm not familiar with your laws, Mr. Haggerty.
So took the matter in my own hands
Don't do it again. Sorry to trouble you; but
duty's duty. An sten Always play your game
aboveboard it pays.
Thanks
aggerty started to offer his hand but the look
in the gray eyes caused him to misdoubt and re-
consider the impulse. So Thomcs made his first
mistake; which, later on, to cost him dear.
Coconnas shook hands with Caboche the heads
man. and escaped the question extraordinary
Truth is, Thomas was not an accomplished liar.
He could lie to the detective; but he could not
bring himself to shake hands on it.
On the way down the plank Haggerty n,lsed,