The Halifax Comet. — 1893-05-20 (Halifax, West Yorkshire, England)

MAY 90, 1893.  lady was in great trouble„. as her niece had gone out with a mtlemuin the morning of the day before, and had not returned. "With Mx. Boss Pergusson ? " I asked. "Yes, sir; have you any news ? " was the anxious inquiry. The girl seemed intelligent, and so I told her a little of my story, advising her to break it gently to her mistreat, who could do as she liked about conununseating with the police, and then, as I did not want to be interviewed by these gentlemen as yet for the sake of your client, whose piteous tale might leak out, I did not give my name, but hurried away. London is a world in itself, a vast wilderness of people, and only those who are in search of someone who is hiding in the great city can fully realise this fact. There is no better hiding-place than London, with its hundreds of miles of streets and lanes, alleys and squares. which no one man is ever fully acquainted Aith. How was I to find out those I was seeking for in such a place? It seemed impossible. I became very despondent, the treatment I had been subjected to no doubt being partly the cause of this. But there was no time to spare, now that Miss Frickers was in the hands of the unscrupulous rascals, and I knew that I must be up and doing. The Swedea, I was aware, congregate in considerable numbers round about the docks, and having a friend, a sergeant in the police, at LIND= Street, I hurried to the station there. My friend, I found, was out on duty; but, ascertaining his whereabouts, 1 managed to find him. I thought that, perhaps, he could unofficially give me information which I dared not ask the police for officially! for I was by your instructions to avoid letting the police know anything of the charge made against Mr. Abel, lest he be arrested by them. "Do you know of a Swede named Thorwaldsen ? " I asked.  "There are at least two of that name about here," was the reply; my friend adding, "tell me exactly what you want, and then, perhaps, I can help you." I made up a cock-and-bull story of a Swede blackmailing a young nobleman, and managed to obtain a promise of unofficial assistance in finding my man, and the sergeant, proceeding on his beat, reached an archway, inside of which stood two men. "Doubled about here since the Whitechapel murders," he observed, and them calling one of them aside questioned him. He returned to me after a minute or two.  "There are several men answering your description in this district," he told me; "and they are mostly known to each other. There is, however, a man here who is well known as a blackmailer in such a way as you have told me (alluding to my imaginative tale), and he is one of a gang who have houses in Fulham, St. John's Wood, and in Camden Town."  I may mention that the motive I gave for the blackmailing was one which I knew gentry like Thorwaldsen were often in the habit of employing. It was a bit of a chance shot, but I guessed it would be pretty near the mark, and when I heard Camden Town mentioned, I was inclined to think that I was on the right track. The sergeant was off duty at ten, and by eleven we were walking together down a quiet street, running at right angles to Leman Street and mostly inhabited by Jews. We stopped at one house, upon the door of