A paper gold mine, or, Sheridan Keene after money order book 2409


previous item | next item

Citation
A paper gold mine, or, Sheridan Keene after money order book 2409

Material Information

Title:
A paper gold mine, or, Sheridan Keene after money order book 2409
Series Title:
Shield Weekly
Creator:
Bradshaw, Alden F.
Place of Publication:
New York
Publisher:
Street & Smith
Publication Date:
Language:
English
Physical Description:
1 online resource (32 pages)

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Dime novels. ( lcsh )
Detective and mystery stories, American ( lcsh )
Genre:
serial ( sobekcm )

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of South Florida
Holding Location:
University of South Florida
Rights Management:
The University of South Florida Libraries believes that the Item is in the Public Domain under the laws of the United States, but a determination was not made as to its copyright status under the copyright laws of other countries. The Item may not be in the Public Domain under the laws of other countries.
Resource Identifier:
024875933 ( ALEPH )
64177894 ( OCLC )
S75-00014 ( USF DOI )
s75.14 ( USF Handle )

Postcard Information

Format:
serial

Downloads

This item has the following downloads:


Full Text

PAGE 1

No. 16. Price, Five Cents. PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY STREET & SMITH, 238 William Street, New York City. 1901, by Str"t f::t All rig hts reS
PAGE 2

TRUE-DETECTIVE STORIES STRAn6ER TH}lft FICTIOn lllflld W11!tl)I, By St1bs
PAGE 3

9 SHIELD WEEKLY. half an hour before, and, being a stranger, had himself. :.\1r. Brett l.vas much pleased to shake hands with the farmer from Salisbury, and more pleased t<> him even tile srrraU bill of goods which he had puTI:hased. He would have been th.rice glad could he bave s!llld him tbe harrow. But Mr. J enkw.s presently set down his colored carpetbag, pushed back the broad straw hat from his Vv ebsterian brow, and, raising his honest blue eyes to those of fr. Brett, he said with rustic silllplicity: "No doubt he's wuth it, sir, but I reckon I can't stand the harrer. I dunno now but I've bought more'n I can pay fur How much does she foot up?" "Just $18.28, Mr. Jenkins. Call it an even eighteen." "Knock off the twenty-eight, eh? Thankee fur thet, sir," Mr. Jen kins said, gratefully, while he fished out from deep down in his speckled waistcoat a huge leather wallet about the size of a boot-leg and spread it open upon one of the sales tables. "Durned if I didn't come nigh furgittin' this!" he exclaimed, producing a slip of pa"It's an order fur a bundle o' rakes, an' a wheelbatrer, from Zeb Perkins. His farm is next tew mine, an' wl1en he heerd I was comin' tew town he ran over with this ere. He says he trades here, an' you'd send 'em along an' charge 'em to him." "Oh, yes!" said Mr. Brett, glancing at the order. "Perkins is an old customer of ours. What is the trouble now?" "'Wal, durn me if I ain't short o' havin' eighteen dollars arter all," explained Mr. Jen kins, who had been counting the bank notes taken from his wallet. "I've only got thir teen, an' thet's a thunderin' unlucky number. You'll hev tew cross off some o' them things I've bought, so's tew cut it down." Mr. Brett did not fancy reducing the or
PAGE 4

SHIELD WEEKLY. 3 Brett. "That ts all the money order calls for." "An' thet'll save. me huntin' up the post office, won't it?" "To be sure it will. You will have y@ur money, and we shall include the order in our bank deposit." "Thet air's good enough!'.' exclaimed Mr. Jenkins, with much satisfaction. The countryman gathered up his huge wallet and his carpetbag and repaired with Mr. Erett to the office window. The latter showed him where to sign the money order, and Mr. Jenkins, with many facial contortions, affixed his scrawl of a signature to the note. ''l'm a durned sight handier with a hoe than a pen," he observed, surveying his writ .mg with dubious eyes. Mr. Brett laughed, gave him a receipted bill of his purchase, handed him the cash balance of the money order, then shook hands with him once more and accompanied him to the street door. "Call upon us again when you are in town, Mr .Jenkins,'' he said, bidding him good day. "Reckon I will, sir. An' you come tew see me when you're dow11 my way. Good-by, sir." And the countryman from SaTisbury, with his straw hat and his carpetbag, wandered moderately away with the throng oi moving people in busy Market street. Mr. Brett smiled and returned to his sales-room. Two homs later the cashier sent one of his clerks to the postoffice with a number of money orders to be cashed. Among the number was the Ollle given Mr. :Brett by the countryman. The postoffice elerk was ab9ut to cash that one with tl!e others, when lie suddenly caught his breath and darted a glance at the young man outside. 'Where did you get this?" the clerk aked, abruptly. ''It was in with the others," the :youth an swered, quickly. "Why, what's the matter with it?" The clerk took a long look at it; then he left his seat and disappeared in the superintendent's office. He returned presently and, thrusting the money order through the window, said, briefly: ":S:ere, Johnny, take this to your cashier, and tell him it's no good." The young man gave vent to a low whistle and, passing out of the office, hastened toward the hardware store. "Somethin's in the wipd, all right," ht! exclaimed. "Eighty-five dollars. Gee I old man Brett got stuck bad this time, and by the old Reuben, too." When he entered the store he fomtd Mr. Brett and the cashier eJJ.gaged with a man whom he subsequently learned was a postoffice inspector. He had sprung into a cat> immediately on being shown the money or der and had reached the store some minute! ahead of the clerk. What was it that had started him off so suddenly? The money order was properly made out, properly signed and properly stamped. It looked just like any other money order. But up in one corner was something that set every fibre of his body tingling. It was a number printed. in red ink-2409. That very day a general alarm had been sent out to" every postoffice in the State which read: "Look out for money order books 2409, 2410, 24] I, 2412." Later in the day Chief Watts and Sheridan Keene were discussing the case m company with Postoffice Inspector Henderson. "One feature of this swindle, Detective

PAGE 5

4 SHIELD WEEKLY. Ke8ne, leads me to think that the notorious Johnny Guile may have had a hand in the job," Chief Inspector \!\T atts was saying as the postoffice inspector rose from his chair in the chiefs private office and started to take his departure. "And who is Johnny Guile, chief?" he paused to ask, while buttoning his overcoat. "The name isn't at all familiar." "Johnny Guile," replied Chief Watts, "is one of the slickest and most versatile swind lers just at present at large. Thougi1 still under thirty, he has done time for half the petty crimes in the calendar. As a inch of him ; and can pull the wool over the eyes of nine men out of ten whether they are on the lookout or not. That's Johnny Guile." "I'll keep an eye open for such a man," nedded Henderson, and with a bow in the di erction of Sheridan Keene. he made his departure. "And he would stand about as good a chance of landing Johnny Guile as my aunt would!" dryly exclaimed Chief Watts, when the door had closed. "Guile would give hiim cards and spades and then take his money." "Henderson evidently doesn't rank very high in your estimation, chief," laughed man he hasn't a peer. One of his cleverest Keene. impersonations is that of an innocent Reuben, by which he has s\.vindled more unsuspecting merchants by one dodge or another than he has hairs in his head. And he isn't bald by any means," added the chief, with significant emphasis. "You say he is now at large?" "He was released from the Elmira prison six or eight months ago. He then pretended to have reformed, yet I rather have been ex pecting he soon might be heard from in some of his old tricks.'" "What style of.a man is he?" "When he is at liberty, that would be a guess, for he makes himself up very cleverly," replied Chief Watts, laughing. "The last time I took him he was in petticoats, and he looked sweet enough to have captivated a Harvard freshman." "Made up as a woman !" exclaimed Henderson. "As a girl of nineteen or twenty," laughed the chief. "And he looked it, too." "He must have very feminine features." "When he is in stripes he is the most in. nocent looking convict one ever beheld," added the chief. "His large blue eyes are as soft as those of a girl, and he has the air of a little angel. He is a rascal, though, every "Not as a detective," was the reply. "He is not sufficiently quick witted. I think, Keene, since this affair has been brought to my notice, that you had better run out to the postoffice in M--and see what you can quietly discover." "Shall I go at once?". "The sooner the better. You need not bother Henderson in any way, nor even in form him that you are looking into the case; but if, as I rather suspect, Johnny Guile has had a hand in this job, a much better man than Henderson should be after him." "I'll go out there by the first train," sa' id Sheridan Keene, quickly rising. "And look sharp for such a man as I have described," added Chief Watts, with a sig nificant headshake. "Should you run him into a corner at any time, moreover, keep your eye on him every instant." "Is he dangerous?" inquired Keene, briefly turning back. replied the chief. shortly. "He is as desperate a little devil, when he fears that he is cornered, as ever pulled a gun. Handle him without gloves, mark you, if it ever comes to a show down." "I'll bear it in mind, Chlief Watts," bowe
PAGE 6

SHIELD WEEKLY. the case, little dreaming how quickly he was to strike the trail, or into what P.erils it was destined to lead him. CHAPTER II. THE PRETTY MONEY ORDER CLERK. Instead of going at once to M--, the postoffice from which the fraudulent money order had been issued, Sheridan Keene hast ened to the money order division of the Boston office and procured from the superintend ent, by whom he was well known, the dupli cate advice which had been received at the Boston office. Ordinarily the clerk 's writing on this ad vice is a fac simile of th'at upon the money order, the t\vo being written at once by means of the manifold process. It was nearly five o'clock when the detec tive entered the postoffice in M--. The carriers were about leaving to deliver their last mail for the day. "Is Postmaster Oliver here?" asked Keene, stepping to the general delivery window. "He is in the carriers' sorting-room just now," replied a young ma:n clerk. "I'll call him here, if you say so." "D.o so, please." At the rear was the carriers' room men tioned, separated from the back portion of the main office by a broad doorway. The rear half of the large main floor was devoted to genera'! sorting and making up of the mails for delivery to the wagons. In front were the money order and registered letter division, caged in with brass wirework reaching nearly to the ceiling; also the general de livery department and boxes, the postmas ter' s private section railed off from the rest, the outer public room. Keene barely had fixed these features in mind when an elderly man approached the window, saying nervously: "I am the postmaster, sir. Do you wish to see me personally?" "In your private office, if you please ," said Keene, displaying his badge. "Ah, yes!" exclaimed Mr. Oliver, "I'll ad mit you by yonder door." K ee ne went to the side door indicated, and was immediately admitted to the postmas ter's railed inclosure. "I have called to investigate a money order said to have been fraudulently issued from this office," he explained, taking a chair. "But Mr. Henderson has already been out here upon that business ." "That will make no difference," rejoined Keene. "He is one of the postoffice inspect .. ors. I am from the headquarters in Pemberton Square, and my name is She ridan Keene. I wish only to learn the facts as far as they are known." "They may be briefly stated, Detective Keene." "So much the better." "The money order, however, was not is sued from this office." "You surprise me. It bears the office name and date stamp." "That is true, sir, but nothing was known of the order at this office until to-day." "What are the facts?" "The money order book, which is No. 2409, was never opened in this office ; it was stolen from our safe some time since the first of this month. "vVhen did you find this out?" "Yesterday afternoon." "You don't mean that the thief still has the book of money orders!" exclaimed Keene. "I mean more even than that. He has not only book No. 2409, but also three others." "Good heavens! Is it possible? That gives the case a decidedly more serious as pect." "Serious indeed!" exclaimed Mr. Oliver, wiping from his brow the perspiration brought there by tne mere thought 9 his

PAGE 7

6 SHIELD WEEKL Y misfortune. "Are you aware, Detective Keene, how these order books are made?" ./ '"'They are issued by the department in Washington in books of two hundred, 1 un derstand." "Precisely, sir; and they come to the of fices sealed in brown paper and stamped with their numbers. About six weeks ago my supply of books ran low and I made a requi siti:lln upon the department for some more." "And you received them?" "On the first of the month we received ten books, sealed as usual, and they were depos ited in the office safe." "Is that where they are usually kept?" "Certainly." "Yet four have been stolen, you say?" "Yes, sir." "And not missed?" "They would have been missed but for one fact." "What is that?" "They occupied a small compartment of the safe, necessitating the piling of a part of these books back of the others. The thief was sufficiently cunning to leave the front tier ,of books intact, and as neither of my clerks nor myself have had occasion to re move any oi them, we naturally did not dis cover the theft." '"Who ordinarily has access to the safe?" "My money order clerk, Miss Harvey, and the two male clerks in the general delivery department." "What are their names?" / "Frank Fay and John Parsons." "How long have tl1ey been in the service here?'' "About two and five years, respectively." "And Miss Harvey?" "Ahout four months." "Give me the home address of all three, please." Keene entered them in bis notebook, then "Give me also the numbers of the three stolen books besides 2409." Mr. Oliver readily complied, and lhe de tective, looking up quite sharply, observed: "Then, Mr. O l iver, as each of these books co ntains two hundred order blanks-, the thief has or had a total of eight hundred, each of which might be filled out for one hundred dollars and possibly cashed." "That is the lamentable situation, Detect ive Keene." "Making a total of eighty thousand dol lars." "Precisely." "I should say it was a serious case," said Keene, bluntly. "Hundreds of people, merchants, brokers, even the banks, may be vic timized, unless these thieves can be apprehended and the books recovered. Mr. Oli ver, have you any reason to suspect a11y per son in this office of having removed the books?" "Not one, sir!" exclaimed Oliver, with genuine fervor. "How many carriers have you?" "Sixteen." "Is your safe where they could eas1ly get at it without being observed?" "It would be possible, providing the office clerks were busily engaged." "As a matter of fact, then, it is po&sible that any employee of this office may be guilty." Keene' s brow had become clouded. Compared with what he had anticipated, the 4'.ase ,.,-as assuming gigantic proportions. Out of nearly twenty employees it might i.ndeed prove difficult to fix upon the guilty lne. "Yes, as a matter of fact." "I wish to visit your money order department, Mr. Oliver." "Certainly; step round this way." Keene followed him round by the geJ!lei;al delivery window, ca5tfng a passing glance at the clerk, and enterc(i the c age adjoining.

PAGE 8

SHIELD WEEKLY. 7 "This is Miss 1 I<:>' rvey, the money order -.clerk'' sai
PAGE 9

8 SHIELD WEEKLY. examination of this book," he said, with a courteous firmness. It was the postmaster's turn to look sur prised. Despite his interest in Keene's in vestigation, 'however, he offered no objection, but bowed and withdrew to another part of the office. Keene glanced back over his shoulder. From where he sat, he could be seen from only one side of the rear part of the office; and that part contained one feature already noted by the detective, which he suspected might be resorted to by any person secretly anxious to watch his movements. It was the set bowl and towel rack, which served for the gffice lavatory, with a mirror affixed upon the wall back of it. Seating himself with his back in that di rection, as if he had no interest there, fixed in the palm of his left hand a small mir ror, about the size of a silver dollar, and so held it that he could see the reflection of the washbowl, or of any person who might visit it. Then he drew from his pocket a powerful magnifying gla ss, and fell to studying the office and date mark, which is fixed with a circular rubber stamp upon both the order and advice issued from each money order of fice. At the end of five minutes he discovered that the capital letter of the town name in the stamp had a very slight imperfection, as if the edge of the letter in the rubber stamp had been slightly cut or worn. The imperfection was not incidental to a single impression, but appeared invariably in the impressions upon the book then in use. Keene next examined the impression on the advice brought from Boston. It presented the same identical defect. "So, so!" he said to himself, with a thrill of satisfaction "I strike a clew, do I? One. thing is now comparatively certa'in-whether the fraudulent order was written here or not. it at least was stamped by some person in this office. There is some one here vvho re quires watching." Although he had completed his compari son of the book and the fraudulent advic e Detective Keene continued to bend motion less before the postmaster's desk, with th e mirror still held in his palm. Five more minutes passed. Then a quick, sprightly step sounded across the floor at the rear. In another moment the reflection of a fig ure showed in the tiny mirror. It was that of a girl. Nell Harvey had crossed the offic e and was at the bowl. Ostensibly she was merely washing her hands. But not for a moment while she stood there did the gaze of her innocent blue eyes leave the mirror in front of her, in which she too was watching a of Detective Sheridan Keene, still bending stu diously over the postmaster's desk, with the girl's every move reflected from glass in his hand. At the end-of two minutes 1 ell Harvey returned to the cage. At the end of two more minutes Detective Keene rejoined her and the. postmaster there, and returned the money order book. "What do you find, sir?" demanded Mr. Oliver, with immediate interest. "N othi,pg at all significa 'nt," said Keene. "It appears to be very evident that this fraudulent order was prepared outside of your office, Mt. Oliver." "Oh, Detective Keene, I am so glad to hear you say that, at least!" exclaimed Miss Harvey, with a warm flash of her eyes in his direction. "No doubt you are!" smiled Sheridan Keene, with a complacent bow. And, as a matter of fact, he had no doubt of it.

PAGE 10

' SHIELD WEEKLY . 9 But he was too shrewd to reveal his susand deceive men and. women alike as to his picions thus early in the game. sex. He bade them both a courteous good-day, And although the party in the tight jacket and made his departure. and dashing hat was indeed the notorious CHAPTER III. A PAPER GOLD MINE. swindler and criminal, Jobnny Guile, he will, for the sake of convenience, at present be referred to in the character assumed. Another backward glance told Miss Har-1 t was nearly six o'clock when Sheridan the oppovey that Keene was following on Kee ne left the post-office, and he rightly in, site side. ferred that Nell Harvey' s duties would end ::it that hour, and that she would soon depart. About five minutes after six she emerged alo ne, wearing a broad hat bedecked with red roses, while her outer garment was a tight jacket which set off to advantage her attractive figure. '"Very fly, indeed!" said Keene to himself. '"She certainly is worth the watching." She scarce had set foot upon the sidewalk before she sighted the detective on the oppo site side of the street. Keene had made sure that she should. He wanted to see how she would act in case she felt herself under suspicion. Yet he pretended not to observe her. He appeared to be staring into a store window. The girl frowned slightly when she noticed him, then started off up Main street. "Why is the fool waiting there?" she Then she dove into a jewelry store and a hat pin. Keene stopped across the street to gaze at the antics of two bun puppies playing in a barber' s window When Miss H:trvey emerged from the store she carried her handkerchief in her hand ; and before she reached the next corner she made a rapid sign with it, and a man standing on the curbing abruptly turned and disappeared down the side street. "He was .waiting for her," Keene instantly decided; "and she gave him warning. Hello she is going to ca'll me down." I Miss Harvey had turned sharply at the corner, and was crossing the street. Then she came toward the detective, bow ing and smiling as if surprised at seeing him. Keene immediately stopped her, politely tered, glancing back over her shoulder. raising his hat. "Does he hope to corner me? If he does, "vVhich is the nearest way to the railway he'll get finely left, or my name isn't Johnny station, Miss Harvey?" he inquired. "I am Guile!" Chief Vv atts was right when he said that Johnny Guile was one of the cleverest in the business. His makeup as Miss Nell Harvey was perfection itself. He looked as pretty as a picture and as innocent as the daughter of a Methodist minister. It was indeed a desperately clever fellow, who could prepare himself in prison to pass the civil service examinations, and after emerging from the Elmira jail finally secure his present situation in the postal service somewhat turned around." "Down the next side street," she replied, with one -of her innocent smiles. "It will take you straight to the station." "Thank you." "I do hope, sir, you will soon be able to arrest those thieves." "I have no doubt of it, Miss Harvey, nodded Keene, affably, as they parted. "Guess again!" was the mental comment of the other. She waited until Keerie had turned th e

PAGE 11

' 1 0 SHIELD WEEKLY. comer, then p.ut the boot on the other leg and followed him. Keene was too cunni11g to look back \Nhil.e wip.ing bis brow with his handker chief as he walked he again resorted to his mirror, and discovered that the girl was fifty feet behind him, watching his every movement. E11tering the station, Keene at once bought a ticket for Boston, and boarded the first train. Then Miss Harvey was satisfied that he what he had said, and really had re turned to the city. But Sheridan Keene left the train at tbe first stop, and took an electric car back to J.1--. It was dark when he arrived, and close upon eight o'clock. He at once inquired the way to Elm street, where he bad been informed by the post master that Miss Harvey had lodgings. He had no difficulty in finding the house, and he strongly suspected that she would have a caller that evening-the man to whom she had given warning a little earlier. The circumstance alone \\'as sufficient to warrant this suspicion. From the opposite side of the street Keene made a survey of the house. It was a two :otory wooden dwelling, \Vith a yard and garden at the rear. There was a light in the hall, but one room only was illumined, that o f the second floor back. Crossing the street Keene peered through the narrow windows at either side of the front door. Miss Haryey' s jacket and hat hung upon the rack against the wall. "She's at home right enough ,' said Keene to himself. "Now to disc o ver if she is alone." The side of the house offe red him no advantage. Seeking the rear yard, however, he discovered that one of the chaniber cur tains was raised an inch or two from the sash. Five feet below the. windows was a shed, or porch, with a slanting roof. Rising to the break of thjs roof there was a wooden trellis, covered with a luxuriant grape-vine. "The very thing," ,.,rrmttered Keene. "It is a chance that invites discovery, but I must know who is in that room." Moving with exceeding taution, he mounted the trellis and gained tY1e roof of the porch. Creeping up over the shingles he reached the main body of the house, and found that, by holding fast to the window casing, he could stand erect and fook into the room. The chamber contained the very parties Keene had anticipated-Nell Harvey and the man Keene had seen leave the street corner when the girl flirted her handkerchief. The chamber door was closed, and the t'vvo occupants of the room, evidently aware of ,, being a lone in the house, were speaking in ordinar y tones, sufficiently loud to be overheard by the detective But Joti!nny Guile had not removctd his disguise. He was too clever to take cha nces o an interrupbon, and of bis sex being unexpectedly discovered. Among the first words to 'reach the ears of the detectiv e was the mention of his own name. "Oh, the man was Sheridan Keene right enough t" Miss H arvt;:y was exclaiming. "He gave Oliver his name, and I know hinl by reputation. I didn't dare chance speak ing to you on the street, lest he sh01.1ld make a mark of you also. So I gave you the tip to vamoose." "Do you think he has tumbled to any thing?" demanded the He was a short. stocky young man, \\lith a smooth face and sharp gray eyes, and his

PAGE 12

SHIELD WEEKLY. u_ features indicated that he was an Irishman. His name was Terrance Malloy. "There 1s little doubt that he has discov ered something," was the reply; "but I have not yet learned what.'" "You think he suspects you?" "Why should he have shadowed me, if not? Ye.s, be surely bas tumbled upon something." "What do you mean to do about it?" "Hang to my position in the office, of cannrse, until I find out just where we stand," was the decisive rejoinder. "I am not afraid of him." "But you are taking the chance of arre5t," protestied Malloy. "There's little danger of that just yet," was the reply. "Keene will not arrest me alGne. I am on to all the moves of this fty detective, and he will plan to make me the by w4iich he can locate the rest of the gang, and recover the money order bodks. What would be the good of arrest ing me alone? He'd know I' would mot be tray the ot11ers." "There is something in that," nodded Mal loy. apprnvingly. "Sure l:'here is! The recovery of the stolen money orders is of more account than nailing me, never doubt thaL Vv e have nearly eight hundred of them, Terry, and it will be like child's play to get cash for them. We cannot hope to work the offices much. as I at first thought, for the department in Wash ington is already sending out warning car
PAGE 13

12 SHIELD WEEKLY "And I am to hear from you to-m.orrow or the next day?" demanded Malloy, half-doubt fully. "You surely will, I tell you. And you'd better be going, now, lest some of the family return and find you here." Malloy rose to his feet and took his hat, and his companion accompanied him as far as the street door. Keene decided that he had nothing more to learn then and there, and that there was less danger of discovery if he departed be fore the girl returned. Cautiously making his way down the slippery roof, he safely reached the yard, and departed over the back fence. He already had decided by what plan he might locate the party called Bill, who evi dently was the present custodian of the stolen money orders, the recovery of which was in deed of the greatest, importance. But the best laid schemes both of criminals and detectives sometimes go amiss When Johnny Guile opened his ba1k win dow next morning, the first thing to catch his eye was the torn grape-vine at the edge of the shed roof; and closer inspection of the roof at once revealed the scratches of nails in the shjngles, evidently made by the nails in the heels of a man's boots. The scoundrel's face underwent a mighty change, and for a moment a look like that of murder itself showed in his dilating eyes. Then a malicious gtin broke the expression of ominous hatred. "So he played it on m e did he?" he growled, under his breath. back here to pipe me off! "And he came It's lucky I undressed in the dark! A very clever game, Mr. Keene, but I'll pay you back in your own coin, my man, never doubt that!" Since he had not been immediately arrested, he did not fear arrest; and he made himself up as usual and at the customary hour started for the post-office. CHAPTER IV. THE TABLES TURNED. As Johnny Guile had surmised, Sheridan Keene had no idea of arresting any person through whom, if left at liberty, he might lo cate and recover the stolen money orders. To recover these, and thereby prevent the swindling of perhaps hundreds of uninformed merchants, if not even an occasional careless or forgetful postmaster, was first of chief importance. Keene now believed that, if he could alarm Nell Harvey into mailing a letter to her confederate who then had the money order books in his keeping, their recovery and the arrest of the man could be quickly and quiet ly effected. The arrest of Nell Harvey and Malloy could be accomplished later. He did not for a moment suspect that his eavesdropping of the previous night had been discovered. Nor did he for an instant imagine that Nell Harvey was the notorious Johnny Guile, a man whose shrewdness was nearly equal to his own, and who already suspected the very step the detective was about to take. It was about ten o'clock when Keene en tered the post-office, and he at once approached the money-order window. "Good-morning, Miss Harvey," he called, on observing the latter at her desk. She came down off the high stool and quickly joined him at the window. "Do you bring me good news?" she asked, with a display of eagerness that would have deceived the hundredth man. "Have the stolen money orders been recovered?" "Not yet; but they soon will be," replied with an air of conviction. "Do you mean it?" "Irnked, I do! I ran out here this morning merely to learn if any more orders from the stolen books have been casbed in this locality." J

PAGE 14

SHIELD WEEKLY. 13 ''There have been none reported to me." "Is the about?" "He has gone to Boston to meet the post office inspectors." "That's so? Then I'll not be able to see him." "Not unless you wait until he returns." "I don't believe I'll do that." "Is there anything private about this busi ness?" demanded t!he clerk, with an air of coquetry. "What's been discovered that makes you think the stolen books will be recovered so soon?" It was the very question Keene had expected, and for which he was waiting. And Johnny Guile knew well enough that it was; and that, when Keene answered it, he should learn just what evidence had been actuating the detective in shadowing him. "There is nothing so private that you may not know," replied Keene, artfully, returning the other's seductive glance. "But yon had better keep the facts to yourself, Miss Harvey." "Oh, I can keep a secret, if I am a woman." "It is no work of mine, nor at all to my credit," explained Keene, joining in her laugh. "Whose, then?'' "T'he credit belongs to Henderson." past-office inspect_pr ?" "Yes. The one who was out here yester day." "Is that so? He struck me as being a blockhead. What, in Heaven's name, did he discover?" "I've not gait all of the particulars, for there is more or less jealousy us detectives," Keene carelessly rejoined: never losing the expression of his hearer's eyes. "But Henderson discovered when out here that the fraudttlent order was stamped and dated by some one in this office." "Impossible!" And for an instant a look of genuine fear showed in Johnny Guile's blue eyes. "It's a fact, so Henderson claims," asserted Keene. "Can he prove it?" "So he says." "But how? If he can do that, he should be able to make an arrest." "He expects to do so this afternoon." "Do you know whom?" "I don't," and Keene shook his head. "As I said before, there is some jealou'sy among us, and we don't tell all we know." "Don't you know why he is so sure the order was stamped h.ere ?" "I helieve he discovered some imperfec tion in the stamp, Miss Harvey, which appears both in the order book here in use, and in the cashed money order stolen from book 2409." "Funny you should not have discovered that as well as Henderson!" "I am not as clever as Henderson," returned Keene, with equal dryness. "Oh, indeed!" was the laughing rejoinder. "I'd never have dreamed that. Has he lea 'rned anything more?" "He has discovered that the stolen books are now in the keeping of a man somewhere in the suburbs, and claims he can lay hands on. him at the proper time. I don't know how much truth there is in it, Miss Harvey," added the detective, as he turned to go; "but I think without doubt that arrests will be made this afternoon." "I hope so, I am sure !" "My regards to Mr. Oliver." "Thanks." The last was said with a smile, as Keene bowed himself from the office; but the smile became a vicious grin, which developed into a scowl of bitterest ma'lice. before Johnny Guile had resumed his seat at the high desk in the money-order cage.

PAGE 15

14 SHIELD WEEKLY. 'So there was a crook in the stamp, eh!" he said to himself, sitting with his elbows on t he desk and his brows knit in an ugly frow n. .\ml h e would have me think Henderson m a de th e discovery, would he? He is just alH ; ut laying to locate the stolen books th1-.mgh some act of mine. Probably a let ter to Bill. Well, w e ll, I'll not disappoint hi m the fool! just th e s ame, he has made this office too ho t for comfort, and I thmk I'll up stakes anll light out before I find myself with brace lets on instead of bangles. But I'll first even up accounts with Sheridan Keene, the infer nal meddler!" He toG>k a pen, drew a block of paper under his hand, and began to write. Sheridan Keene, meantime. rang at the door of a house on the opposite corner, from the side window of which the side {ivindows of the post-office could be easily seen. "I ain a Boston detective," he explained to the woman who answered his ring-. ''I wish to watch the movements of a person in the post-office, who is suspected of robbing the mails, and I would like the privilege of doing .so from oue of your side rooms for a brief time if you please." "I do not know that I have any objection," the woman replied, yet regarding him rather "It is for the express into BostC>n !" Keene exclaimed to himself. Hurriedly leaving the house, he waited until the mail wagon had turned the corner and was out of view from the post-office, wben he hailed the driver. "Take me aboard, my m.an," he commanded. "Can't do it, sit:." "But you must do it," persisted Keene, making himself known. "I am at present in the mail service, an.cl after a letter thief. So move along there and make room for me." This put a different complexion on the re quest, an0st-office. But he found in the mail five letters addressed to men named William, and the superscription on one of these was 1.1.ndoubt edly in the writing of Nell Huvey. in the mail pouch for which a wagon at the The letter was addressed to William r10or was at that moment waiting. Bloodsoe, Newburyport, !.?J:ass.

PAGE 16

SHIELD WEEKLY. 15 "You're taking a chance in opening that, DeteGtive Keene," observed the clerk, when Keene started to break open the. seal. "If I am in error. we can put it in another envelope and readdre!'>S it," was the "You can bear witness to my motive in opening it." And without further argument Keene broke the seal. Quickly dPawing out the folded sheet, he glanced first at the signature. It was the name he ex pected-:'.:'Jell Har-vey. Then he began at the top of the page and read: "Mv DEAR MR. SHERIDAN KEENE: ''\Vhat a very dever detective you are! Yon really ought to have a medal hung on you where every one might see it. It's a wonder to me why the and loco motives don't whistle your name. You and Hendersorv are peas from the same pod. You are a's soft as a ripe tomato. If you fell down, your skin would open and you would al! run out. "When you next play the 'Peeping Tom' at a lady's bed-room window, take off your shoes, so the nails will not scrape the shed roof. Take a run down to Newburyport, Mr. :Keene, <141d look up l\Ir. Bill Bloodsoe. Ii yon can find him, clap the darhies on him and run him in. If you cannot locate him, wire for me and I'll come to help you. I know where he is, or some other Bill! "Should you come this way again, my dear Mr. Keene, run in and me-if you can find me. But don't try to queer my lit tle game with the money ordeTs. If you do, and we chance to meet, take heed that you pull your gun quicker than I pull mine. If you fail to do so, the pastor of your church \Vill have occasion to say what he thinks of you. and you'IJ give him no back talk. "Really, my dear Mr. Keene, you're too soft! I think you would even cash a &oney order numbered 2409 I presume you hereafter will become my foe, instead of friend; and I am yours, NELL HARVEY." CHAPTER V. QUICK \\'ORK. Although it did not tell him that s.he was a man in disguise, Sheridan Keene
PAGE 17

f 16 SHIELD WEEKLY. conductor from reversing the signal. "I must.leave this train, and I mean to do it!" The signal already was being answered, and the train was slowing down. Withot waiting to offer further argument or explanation, Keene dashed out' to the rear platform of the car. Ina moment more he felt it safe to make the jump from the steps, and at the same moment the amazed conductor appeared through the door of the baggage-car. Keene threw back his coat and displayed his badge, at the same time crying loudly: "It was a case of r:ecessity, conductor. There's a dangerous criminal in M--, and I must return. Let her go, sir!" With the last, and a nod to the road offi cial, Keene leaped from the moving train and. landed safely in the roadbed. The conductor signaled the train to go ori; then leaned out o.er the iron guard-gate and waved his hand to the detective, a salute which Keene heartily returned. This was a move which even Johnny Guile, with all his cleverness, had not anticipated. "If she imagines me so soft," said Keene to himself, still supposing h.is daring op ponent to be a woman, "I'll speedily give her occasion to change her mind." Hastening across a strip of meadow he gained the street, and started for the nearest house having a stable adjoining. H e found a young man in the yard en gaged in grooming a horse. ''Hitch up that animal at once and take me to M--," Keene cried, peremptorily. "It's a case of life and death." The young man looked surprised, but quickly took in the explanation made by the detective, and did what the latter com manded. It required but a few moments to harness th e horse into a ljght buggy. and with the young man by his side Keene soon was riding furiously over the road toward the town from which he so recently had departed. "How long a drive is it?" he asked. "About four miles." "And how soon can you make it?" "In about fifteen minutes, sure." "Are you acquainted in the town?" "Oh, yes; I used to live there." "Take me straight to the post-office." "All right, sir." The young man was a: good as his word . In precisely fifteen minutes he drew down the reeking horse at the post-office door. "\Vait here for me," said Keene; "I may want you again." "All right, sir." Keene sprang down to the sidewalk and dashed up the steps. It was precisely forty minutes since he had left by the same door, and fell to wa .tching Nell Harvey from the window of the opposite house. As he entered the office Keene saw a young man, instead of the person he had hoped was in the money-order cage. Hastening to the window he demanded hurriedly: ''Where is Miss Harvey?" The clerk of course had no suspicion of what had occurred. "She stepped out a while ago, sir; but only to do an errand," he replied. "How long ago?" "Possibly half an hour." "See if she has taken any orders from the book in u se." "Good Heavens, sir! You don't sus pect--" "Do what I tell you," Keene sharply in terrupted. Th.e clerk excitedly obeyed. "Yes," he presently cried; "she has filled out four orders." "Are you sure?'' "Positively! There has been no person at

PAGE 18

SHIELD WEEKLY. 17 this window this morning, sir; but there are four orders missing under to-day s date." "Wire at once to the offices on which the orders are drawn command e d Keene. if the rubber office stamp i s here?" "No, sir; that also is missing "And you'll find that the girl is missing, too," cried Kee ne, bluntly. "Notify Oliver the moment he returns Without waiting to learn more, he hurriedly lef the office and rejoined the young man in the waiting vehicle. "Take me to Elm street, No 71," he com: manded; "and don t s pare your horse." "The horse can stand it, sir." "Do you know the street?" "Very well, sir." It was a drive of less than ten minutes, and the moment the y arrived at the house Keene sprang down and rang th e doorbell. Johnny Guile was there still made up as Nell Harvey, and was in his room securing from his trunk such articles as he wished to carry away with him. But this clever swindler was alwa y s on the alert. The moment he heard the wh e els out side, he suspected something \Wong Darting into the front chamber he looked down and saw Sheridan Keene as he left the car riage. Most men would have taken a chance of escape by the back window-but not Johnny Guile. His daring was superb and his audacity was magnificent. Though he turned slightly pale, there was an ugly look in his eyes; a:nd without a mo ment's hesitation he ran back to his room, and began stripping off his dress. At the same moment the ring of the door bell sounded through the house. It was answered by the landlady, a slender little woman of good reputation, and whose name was Cabot "Is Miss Harvey hcre in the house, madam?" Keen e at once demanded. To hi s g r e at sur p ri s e and s a ti sfact i o n Mrs Cabot r e pli e d : "Ye s s ir, sh e is in h e r ro o m T his is a n unusuall y e arly hour--" But Keene did not wait to h e a r h e r out. Turning qu ick l y to his frie nd in the buggy he cried sh a rply: "Come do w n h e re, young man! Run out hack there and the rear chamber win dows. If you see any one leaving by them, sing out to me at once. The youth nodded understandingly, and started for the bac k yard. "What's amiss, sir?" cri e d Mrs Cabot "I hope Harvey has not done anything wrong." "Oh, no, not a thing!" Keene dryly ex claimed, as h e ent e r ed the hall and closed the front door. Go up to her room and tell her s he's wanted down here." "But, sir" "Or, b etter still, I'll go myself!" And the d e tectiv e started up th e stairs, tliree at a time But only to run alm o st into the arms o f Miss Harvey, who at that moment was d e scendin g to meet him. Now, h o wever M iss. Har v e y had ch ange d her dress She was in a loose, ne gl i gee wrapper and her luxuriant auburn hair wa s hanging down h e r back. From below the edge of her skirts, peeped a tolerably well shaped foot, without even a stocking to cover its nakedness. "Oh, dear me Mr. Keene!" she ex claimed, looking down at him with an in describable smile of mingled surprise and amusement. "How you startled me! Is it indeed you ?" Keene drew back down the stairs, laugh ing with grim satisfaction. "Yes it is I, Miss Harvey!" h e r e turn e d, with a curt displa y of enjoy ment n o t e a s il: suppr esse d Com e d ow n h e r e!"

PAGE 19

18 SHIELD WEEKLY. "But really, sir, I am 11ot fit to be seen!" "Don't let that embarrass you, my clever young lady. I have seen women in wrap pers before. Come down here, I say." "Why, certainly, if you insist," she smiled, archly, as she came part way down the stairs "Did you get my letter, :'.\fr. Keene?" "Yes, I got it." vVasn't it nice?" ''\' ery," returned Keene. with his eyes never leaving her, for h e remembered her threat. "Come down here, all the way." Please don't be hard o n me, l\tlr. Keene," she now pleaded, with an indescribable air of timidity and subservience "I really don't think you are as soft a s I s aid, riow that you s how up here again so quickly." She had halted half wa y clown the stairs, and there st o od holding her wrapper about her as if und e cided wh e th e r to obey him or not. But K e en e f e lt that h e had her dead to rights a nd t he demure cleverness of the girl was ple a sing him, and h e was not inclined to be needlessly severe. "I don't intend to be hard on you," he replied, "but you must go with me." "I suppose the game is up, isn't it?" "Very much up, young lady." "Am I under arrest?" "Nothing less." Harvey began to cry. come," said K eene; "I have no tim e to waste. You may do your crying on the way, but you must go along with me." "I-I suppose I may dress my-myself' first, may n t I?" she sobbed as if scarce able to enunciate the very natural request. "Yes, yo u may dress yourse lf," said Keene, curtl y "Here, woman!" he added sharply. "Go up to that girl's room with her. and remain there while she is dres s ing. Don't lose sight of her for a moment, and if she attempts any dodge, call to me at once. "What-what cl-cl-dodge can I now at tempt, s obbe d Miss Harvey, in copious tears behind her handke rchief. "Suicide like enough!'' e xclaimed Keene, bluntly. "Get up there both of you, and don't keep me waiting longer than neces sary." "Really, sir," began Mrs. Cabot. "Don't wait to argue with me, Keene sharply interrupted. "Do what I command. And see that you don't lose sight of the girl, or worse luck will be yours." Though in some perturbation. and evi dently more or less alarmed, :M:rs. Cabot now proceeded to follow the detective s instructions. She started up the stairs, :Miss Harvey leading the way, and Keene presently heard the chamber door close behind them. Then he sat down on the stairs .and waited. When compared with his disappointment on the train the present situation was emi nently satisfactory. That Miss Harvey, clever though as she might be could now escape him, appeared utterly absurd. For about ten minutes the dete ctive patiently waited. He knew by the experience the length of time it r e quires a lady of style to dress. At the end of ten minutes he heard a chamber door open, and then a young man in a checked suit called down over the baluster rail: "Miss Harvey says you may c ome up to her room, sir,'' he said, in tones which indi cated an affection for the girl and none for the detective. "Tell her to com e down h e re Keene sharply answered, rising to his feet. "She cannot close her portmanteau. "Why don't you close it for her?" "I am not working this week-at least not for you and against her." And with that the young man tum ed and, opening a doorway, disappeared within. If he supposed for one instant that his ne--v makeup had deceived Detective Keene, he was woefully mistaken. Sheridan Keene had recognized this dandified young man at once as none other than Nell Harvey. But that brief glance also told Keene that the young man was a man in reality and n:ot a woman in disguise. With every detective instinct in him aroused, he dashed up the stairs The en- trance to Nell Harve y's room was at the other encl of th e kall, and as he reached it he strode into the room. At that instant the door was shut behinCf I

PAGE 20

SHIELD WEEKLY. 19 him violently. The young man had con cealed himself in a closet directly opposite, and, rushing out as Keene entered the room, he dashed by, giving the door a swing as he pas:..: it. and flew down stairs at the top of his Quick as a flash, he tore open the front door. Keene was at the head of the stairs now. The detective sprang down in two bound but the door was shut in his face. Ti:e young man leaped over the .gate at a single bound, sprang into the deserted ve hicle, and was away before Keene could reach him. He had not a second to spare, as Keene was within twenty feet of him when the horse dashed out of reach. There was no use shooting at him, as the back of the buggy hid him from view. The young man in the checked suit looked back and saw him. Then he leaned out from the swaying buggv. cheerfully waving his hand to the enraged detective, and shouted loudly: "Ta, ta, my dear Mr. Keene! You must rise earlier in the morning if you really mean to turn down Johnny Guile !" Then the departing team was lost in a cloud of dust a hundred yards down the road. Keene turned briefly back into the house, and returned to the chamber he had entered a few moments before. Scattered abouf upon the bed and chairs in disordered array, lay all of Nellie vey's discarded garments, and upon the chif fooiere her splendid auburn wig. Upon the floor behind the bed was stretched the helpless figure of affrighted Mrs. Cabot, tied hand and foot, and with the casing from one of the pillows bound securely over her mouth. CHAPTER VI. KEENE SCORES A POINT. Despite his haste and discomfiture, Sheri'dan Keene would not depart in pursuit of Johnny Guile until he had released Mrs. Cabot. This required only a few moments, and 1her story was quickly told. The moment she had entered the chamber with the notorious young swindler, he had unceremoniously thrust a reY01Yer under her nose, and threatened her life then and there unless she remained perfectly quiet and obeyed him. As a matter of fact she had been too terrified to do otherwise, and had quietly submitted to being bound and gagged, in which condition the detective had discovered her. "Have you at any time suspected your boarder to be a man, Mrs. Cabot?" Keene sternly demanded, when she had finished. The poor woman protested her entire ignorance of anything pertaining to Johnny Guile, and as there then was nothing to be gained by remaining, Keene called his companion from the back yard and they departed together. "We shall find your team somewhere be low here," he assured the you.ng man, who appeared rather disturbed over the theft and the unexpected turn of affairs. "I hope so, sir, I am sure," he said, half doubtfully. "There is no doubt about it," Keene re plied. "The shrewd scamp will not chance driving very far, lest an alarm is telephoned in all directions. It is easier to catch a man with a team in these days than a man with out one. I feel less riled over my infernal blunder, since I have discovered the criminal to be Johnny Guile. He is known all over the country for his exceeding cleverness, and if I for a moment had dreamed that he was the chap in that auburn wig, he'd have had brace]ets on long ago." "Do you think you now will be able to run him down?" "I don't think at all about it; I know!" was the reply, with grim austerity. "I will run him down for this little caper, my man, or I'll throw up m'y commission at the end of the year." "Have you any idea in what direction he will head?" "Not the slightest, growled Keene, "but I harwe an idea where I can lay my hands on one of his confederates, and I'll make it a point to have him in bracelets before the sun sets." "If you can do that, and force him to turn State"s evidence, sir, it might be turned to account."

PAGE 21

20 SHlFJLD WEEKLY. "\Ve shall see,'' Keene simply rejoined, yet in a way that spoke louder than words. He proved to be right about the stolen team. At the enJ of a half-hour they located it in one of the side streets, left deserted at the curb,ing. Inquiries in the immediate neighborhood ,resulted in nothing oi importance, however; for no person could be found who had seen Johnny Guile leave the team, nor who was able to state in what direction he had gone. Sheridan Keene delayed in M--only long enough to remunerate the young man for the use of his time and team, and then hastened to the railway station and boarded the first train into Boston. Without waiting even to visit the headquarters in Pemberton Square, he consulted a train schedule in the L'nion station, and having snatched a hasty lunch he took the one o'clock train to Salem. It was in this city that he had heard Johnny Guile instruct his confederate to await a letter, and the mission of the de tective may be easily conjectured. It was about two o'clock when he entered the Salem post-office, and he made his en trance by a side door which led to the interior of the department. "I wish to see the postmaster at once," he explained to one of the clerks, who showed an inclination to stop him. The detective's auth:oritative manner was not without effect, however, and the clerk led him to the door of a small room off the mailing department. "Thre is a gentleman here to see you, sir," he said to the postmaster. The latter, who was seated at a desk, looked up inquiringly at the detective. Keene immediately displayed his badge and stated his mission, when he was at once more cordia1Jy received. "I had a warning card only this morning, relative to the books stolen from the M-office," the postmaster now "It is a very serious theft. can I be of service to you ?" said, genially. In what way "The real thief was one Johnny Guile," replied Keene, who had not imparted his recent humiliating experience. "I am un able to locate him just at present, but I am very sure that one of his confederates is here in Salem, and that he will call at this office for a letter, if he has not already done so and received it." "What is the man's name, Detective Keene? We easily can see if there is a letter here addressed to him." "I am working under many difficulties, sir," replied Keene, with a significant shrug of his broad shoulders. "I do not know the man's nan1e." "That is unfortunate." "Yes, decidedly so." "Can you describe him?" "Yes, quite accurately." "Well, that may help." "He is a young man, I should say about thirty-five years old, of medium height--" "Wait one moment, inspector!" interposed the postmaster, abruptly rising. "Let's go out and see the general delivery clerk. Yon can describe the man to him, also; and if the party you suspect has already been here, my clerk may recall him from your descrip tion. and will, perhaps, remember the feJ... 1ow's name." "A good idea!" exclaimed Keene. A,nd they crossed the mailing department together, and joined the young man clerk at the general delivery window. In a few words the postmaster .introduced the detective, and explained the latter's busi ness there. "Now tax your memory, Harry," he added, to the clerk; "and see if you can recall any applicant for a letter to-day who would an swer the description which Detective Keene will give you." "I'll do my best, sir," replied the clerk. He stepped a little aside from the window, which was closed in on both sides by the general delivery boxes, which hid the three men from view of any person in the public office outside. "Angels can only do their best," smiled Keene, in response to the clerk's words. "What style of man have you in mind, sir?" "A very ordinary type," laughed Keene. "He is about thirty-five years old, of medium heighrt:, but quite solidly set up. His features are distinctly Irish, with a stubby nose, gray

PAGE 22

SHIELD WEEKLY. 21 eyes, and a large mouth. When I last saw him, which was in the early part of last evening, he wore a brown plaid coat and vest, a pair of striped trousers, a brown derby hat and a--" "Good God" suddenly exclaimed the postmaster, scarce above his breath. "Isn't this the very man, Detective Keene." He had caught sight of Malloy, indeed, who at that moment was entering the public office to ask for the letter he was expecting. to receive from Johnny Guile. He came so quickly to the window that Keene had no opportunity for concealing himself, and as the detective swung round to look at the man, whom he quickly recog nized, Malloy's eyes fell also upon Sheridan Keene. Instantly the scamp recognized in him the man he had observed following Johnny Guile in M--the previous afternoon, when the latter warned him to get out of sight. His features changed like a flash, and at once be" trayed his impulse to turn about and run. He drew back a step or two, hesitating for the fraction of a second-and' then Sheri dan Keene, with a single bound, had reached the counter. Snatching out his revolver he leaned through the delivery window, thrusting his weapon almost into Malloy's startled face, and cried with terrible sterness: "Stand where you are, sir! If you move a: hair, I'll drop you dead!" Some of his earlier disappointment sound ed in the detectives threatening voice, yet Mallov had the nerve to grasp a rather des opportunity which the situation af forded. A young, well-dressed lady was just closing one of the lock boxes less than tw o feet from where the criminal was standing. These two persons were the only ones in the outer office. \i\Tith a movement as quick as that of a cat, Malloy sprang behind the lady and seized her roughly by both arms. Using her as a shield for himself, while piercing cries of fright rose from the startled woman's lips, the ruffian forced her violently toward the street door. "Stop!" shouted Keene, from the window. "Stop!, or I'll fire!" "Go ahead and fire," yelled Malloy, crouching behind the helpless woman and dragging her after him. In another moment. he had gained th e threshold of the street door, while Keene was absolutely prevented from taking the d esperate chance of a shot at him. Then givin g the half-fainting woman a shove in the dir e c tion of the detective, the daring scmindrcl sprang through the office door and dashed up the street. But the postmaster and his clerk, who be. fore this had taken in the requirements of th e startling situation, were close upon Malloy's heels. Sheridan Keene dashed tlm.mgh the mailing department and out by the street door. It seemed to him, as he ran, that this day was for him a red-letter day of mishaps and dis appointments. When he reached the front stre e t, however, his feelings underwent an agreeabl e change. Upon the sidewalk fifty yards away, three men were lying almost prostrate in a struggle which gave new color to the probable cul mination of the affair. Rushing to the spot, Keene also took a hand, and in far less time than is required to write it, Terry Malloy was standing pale, panting and humiliated on the sidewalk, with a pair of handcuffs secure l y on his wrists. Fortunately the episode had been of only brief duration, and was witnessed by a few persons; and Sheridan Keene, who sub sequently found it very desirable to keep the fact of the arrest from the knowledge of Johnny Guile, had no difficulty in suppressing the news and preventing its publication by the local press. Rather the worse in appearance for his rough handling, Terry Malloy was ignomin iously conducted back to the Salem post qffice, and seated in a chair in the postmaster's private room. "Now, my man, the sooner you ma ke a clean breast of it the better it will be for you.'; Keene sternly said, when they had the rascal well under cover, and the door closed against chance observers. "What is your name?"

PAGE 23

22 SHIELD WEEKLY. "If you don t find out till I t e ll you, sure i t will be m a ny a day," repli e d Malloy, with dogged surliness. "Just as y o u like about it, returne d Keene, with a display of grim indifference. "But m a ke sure of one faot, my man, the more trouble you cause, the longer time you'll d o for it.'' I can only get the limit for a crim e, whatever it is you think youve got m e for. "We don't think anything ab out it,'' my man We know what we hav e y o u for." "Then you know more'n I do." "Is that so. Perhaps you've forgotte n meeting Johnny Guile in M-yesterday, and of going to his room in the evening. You dida't hear Johnny Guile threate n to do Sheridan Keene up for good and all, b efore h e slaould corner your paper gold mine, did you? You crook-s are very bold and clever till you find yourselves with bracel e ts on and in a ieorner and then your memory fo1y Guile has written you from M--. And without a moment's hesitation, Keene broke the sea1 and read the contents of the sheet enclosed. It read as follows: "DEAR TERR\.': "That infernal Keene has made it too warm to remai11 here in the post-office, ancl I shall shake my skints to-day and join Bill You lay low Salem until Friday, and then come and meet us. Vv e shall try working a few of the money orders in local places, until we have made a sufficient raise to vamoose, when we 1nd better start West. "Bill will meet you at Rii.Jey's Friday noon. I shall under cover, or work the Reu ben, for Keene is making it too warm for me to run about in the open. Don't keep Bill waiting. Friday noon, sure! "JOHNNY." Keene folded the letter and thrust it into his pocket. Again his manner brought a fit of weak ness over the man opposite. "See here, inspector," he cried, lea 'ning forward in his chair, with the manacles jingling betwe e n his knees; "wl1at do I get if I S<]Ueal ?" "I shall make no terms with you. Malloy." replied Keene. "I already have the game well in liand." "Don't I get anything for splitting?" cried Malloy, desperately

PAGE 24

SHIELD WEET.i"LY. "Ill report the fact when you are brought before the court," Keene answered. shortly. "That is the best bid I'll make you." "\Vhat d<'.l you want to know?"' "\\'here is Riley's?" demand ed Keene, now satisiied that the feilow \\"as weakening. "What Riley's?" "vVhere you might go to meet Bill? Don't beat the bush with me, Malloy, if you mean business." "It's a gin mill in Lynn," replied 1\.Ialloy, glaring at Ketne :with grim and sullen eyes. "What street?" "1larket street." "And who is Bill?" ''His .name is Bill Baker." "Don't he live in Lynn?" "l'\ o he comes from Pittsburg.' "Do you know where he lodges in Lynn?" Malloy shook. his head. "I've not been in Lynn a:t all yet,'' he re plied. ''I'd not know where to look for him." "How did you know about Riley's. if you ... have never bee n in Ly111n ?" "I have the admess in my vest." "Has Baker got the stolen money-order boo,ks ?'' "Hehad them the last I knew." ''How many a.re there in your gang?" ''Only three, me and Johnny and Baker. The fellow's responses convinced Keene that he was telling very nearly the truth, and he ha'd learned ail that he then required. "That's all for the present, :\falloy," he said, bluntly. pull yours elf t ogether, and we will take a ride into town. Keene delayed his departure only to arrange with the postmaster to insure the suppression of the news of Mallo.y's arrest, then took his man into Boston. He provc;d to be as good as. his word given his acquaintance of the early morning. Be fore sunset, Johnny Guile's confederate was lodged in the Tombs. CHAPTER VII. KEENE SCORES A POINT. "Two many cooks may spoil the broth," said Chief Watts that evening, after Terrance Malloy had heen safely lodged in jail. "Why so, chief?" inquired Keene, who kad but recent!\' returned from th e Tombs, and had just made an official report of his day s work. "Because { those two rascals are in LyDn, and likely to remain there until Friday, of which there seems no reasonable doub.t, it will not do to start the whole police force of Lynn in search of them, like a pack' of hounds after a pair rabbits." "The larger the pack the louder the bark," said Keene, seeing at once what Chief Watts was diriving at. "That is true," nodded the latter. "And .Johnny Guile, from what I have seen of him, appears. to be too. clever by far to be easily caught napping," laughed Keene, W'ith a rather significant grimace. "True again. It is safe enough that he w ill constantly have an eye upon the doings of the local police, and immediate activity on their part will at once alarm him, and pos sibly drive hiim to seeking cover elsewhere." "That means, good-by, Johnny; and goodby, mon. ey orders; for a time at least." "It mu.st he prevemted," rejoined Chief Watts, decisively; "and both of these scamps must be taken into camp with this op:JX>r tunity. It is too good a one to be lost." "I think so, chief." "But you had hetter attempt it on the quiet," continued Chief Watts. "Instead of getting helip from the Lynn offa:ers, some of whom may be personally known to Guile or his confederate, you had better take fro m here what officers you'lt require." "I shall not n eed m o re than two, I thm.k." "Take Raymond and Merton. They b o th are good men fo r this kind of a job." "Are they about here?'' "You can easily locate them. I think :;\ler ton came in a few minutes ago. "Have you any instructions?" "I think not,'' replied Chief Watts, turning to his desk. "The case is hardly one requir ing further instructions. I leave to you the method by which these fellows best can be secured, which naturally will depend upon incidental circumstances. Yom. had better take your officers >'sing to go.

PAGE 25

I 24 SHIELD WEEK.LY. It was Wednesday wh e n T erry Malloy was arrested and lodged in jail, and alth ough Keene and his two c o mpani o ns kept a close watch in Lynn during all of Thurs day not a trace of Johnny Gu_ile nor of a man an s w e ring Baker's description, could be found. Keene had adopted a disguise to prevent being recognized by Guile, should he be ob served upon the street; but b o th of his assist ants took it for gra nt e d that they were not personally known. On Friday morning Keene made a call upon the Lynn postm a st e r and learned that no less than three o f the local merchants had the previous day b ee n victimized by the fraudulent money o rd e r s and that two cases had been report ed fr o m Maplewood and Saugus. These facts ind i ca ted b ey ond reasonable doubt that th e arrest o f Malloy was not sus pected by Johnny Guile and that the latter wa s assiduously plying his infamous voca tion probably in an effort to raise funds by whi c h he and his c o nf e d e rate could escape to another part of the country. "Have you seen any of the parties upon whom these money orders were imposed?" Keene inquired of the Lynn postmaster. 'Only Mr. May the st ove man was the reply. I was not here when the others called ." "'Did Mr. May give you an y description of the swindler? "He described him as being a plainly dressed man apparently about forty years old and who claimed to be a farmer from Hampton. Keene smiled significantly "That was Johnny Guile fast enough. " You think he is working this job in disguise?" "There is no doubt about it. sir ,' replied Keene. "He knows well enough that a de scription of him is out, and he will take no chance of appearing on the street in his true character. It is very evident that he is short of ready money, and has been working this venture solely for the pnrpose of getting funds with which to depart. "It would appear so, certainly." "I think we shall have him in custody be for e night, however rejoin e d Keene, as he turned to go. "If any stranger presents one of the orders at your window, have him ar rested at once upon suspicion, and hold him until he can be fully identified." "I'll do that, surely." "There is a bare chance," added Keene "that they will attempt to work even the p os t office." ''I'll be ready for them if they do." It then was about ten o'clock in th e morning, and noon was the hour appoint ed by Johnny Guile to meet Malloy and Bill Baker. Leaving the post-office, Keene immediatel y returned to his hotel and rejoined his two companions. "The scamps have been at work under our very eyes!" he exclaimed, on entering their room. "You don't mean it." "Nothing else. Half a dozen orders al ready have been turned into cash, and we must work sharp to make an before the scoundrels can leave. If we fail at Riley's we are done up for a time, surely." "What plan have you in mind?" "One which I think may be successfull{ worked," Keene rejoined. "I shalt attempt to make Baker my dupe, and through him lo cate Johnny Guile." "In what way? "By getting Baker to take me to their lodgings. I shall probably require help to land both of them,, and shall expect both of you to be near enough to aid me, if it comes to a tough scrap." "We'll be on hand, Keene; you may rest ecrsy on that score." "Keep in the background, however, until you get some sign from me," cautioned the detective. "If you see me leave Riley's in company \'.lith a man, follow us and be guided by circumstances You'll know that I, at least, have made a favorable impression upon him, and probably am starting for a meeting with Johnny Guile \i\Thile further describing his plan of operation. Sheridan Keene made a careful change in his personal appearance. At the end of a half-hour he had made him self up as a common. tough-looking type of man, in cheap, threadbare clothes,

PAGE 26

SmEJ.D WEEKLY. 25 and with a countenance presenting all the stg n s of recent dissipation. These J1reparations been made he slipped a revolver into each of his hip pock k e ts and was ready for the work. At about half-past eleven he entered Riley's sa l oon on Market street, and approac\J.ed the bar purchasing a glass of beer, which he t ook to one of the side tables, together with a sandwich. The latter he ate, but th e beer Le disposed of in a cuspidor, wishing to have a perfectly clear head for the work he in felt was before him. The saloon was a commodio us o n e and well patronized and the fact that he remained hanging about the plac e oc c a s ion ed no n o tice. The clock on ihe wall indicat e d tl.e hour o f twelve before any man answering Baker's description as it had been recently given by ::\Ialloy, put in an appearance. At precis e l y twelve, however, a solidly built man of nearly fifty, with dark eyes and a heavy black mustache, entered the saloon He was ordinarily dressed and appeared like a business man. The moment Keene saw him, he recog > nized him as the party treacherously de scribed by Malloy. "Now, then the work begins," he sa'id to himself. He glanced toward the open door leading t o the street. Inspector Merton was standing on the cur b of the sidewalk with his back toward. the saloon door, and his hands thrust into his pockets. CHAPTER VIII. .# A WARM CHASE. There was nothing in the conduct of Baker, when he entered Riley's saloon that would have rendered him liable to suspicion. He merely flashed a casual glance over the several men gathered at the bar, and, with scarce any notice whatever of Sheridan Keene, he at once took a chair at one of the side tables and ordered a drink. waited fully five minutes before Baker began to show signs of impatience at not seeing the man he expected. Then the detective left his chair, and, securing another sand w ich fr o m the bar. turned to take a seat at the table back of Baker, and in the chair nearest him Baker did not give him the slightest notice. howev e r until Keene turning slightly in his chair,_abruptl y addressed him. "Easy pal! he said, softly, half over his shoulder. "Don' t give yourself away! I have a word for your ear!" Though startled by the occurrence, its sig nificance was instantly appreciated; and scarce a muscle of Baker's dark countenance change d He turned a.littl e in his chair, how ev e r, and glanced at the grim face of the party who had addressed him; then de manded doubtfully, under his huge mus tache: "Are you talking to me ? "That's what, sir." "I guess you've made a mistake young fellow," said Baker, not fancying the appear ance of the stranger. "It's not mine, then; but an other man's. "What do you m e an by that?" "I was run in for being drunk last night down in Salem," Keene softly r e join e d ; "and the fellow in th e next cell to mine put me up to this." "In the next cell to yours "That's wh y I came up here this morning, nodded Keene, with an air of grim earnest ness. "He said his name was Malloy, and he asked me what I was in for. Whe n I told him it was only a case of drunk, he slipped me the stuff for to pay my fine with, in case I'd do him a turn for the service "What kind of a yarn are you springing on me?" demanded Baker, now turning about in his chair and facing the d e tective "Do I look like a man who would have any interest in such a story?" Keene artfully hesitated for a moment, as if this repulse had l e d him to fear that he might have mistaken his man. "Mebbe I'm wrong, he growled, s hortly. "But I'd swear you was the party h e wanted me to look for." "What did he tell you?" inquired Baker, whose secret interest was fully as great as can be imagined.

PAGE 27

20 SHIELD WEEKLY. '"He told me he"d been arrested. th011gh he didn't saJ for "hat," t\:eene, looking dot1btfoll.\ up at his hearer from nnder his knitted brows. "B-nt he said he was going to meet a man here to-day, and he wanted me to come np here and let him know what 11ad happened to him.'' "Did he say when he was arrested?" ''Yes.' 'When?"' "He was pulled in the Salem post-office Tuesday afternoon.'" "'A t what time?" "Somewhere arot:ind three oc1otk, be said," rep1ied Keene. "He told me he went there to get a letter, and that some Boston detective nailed him at the window where they give them out. He didn "t tell me whiat he was pulled in for." "What else did he tell you t' "Nothing else at all,:.growled Keene. '"He wated me to be here just at noon to--day, and if a man, such as he described, came in here, I was to tell him just what I've to1d you. That was all he wanted, he said." "Did he tell you the name of the man he wanted you to meet?'. Keene grimly shook his head. 'No. he didn 't give me any names." "vVhat is your name?" demanded Baker. "Joe Black." ''Do you live in Lynn?" '"No, I live in Salem. I work m the dye h ou se, when I work at c.11." "Will you have a drink?" I don't mind." Mr. Baker gave the order to one of the waiters. and now the detective was obliged to swallow the beverage provided him. It was very evident, now. that Baker was in more or l es s of a quandry. The artful story h e had heard was too plausibie to be serious ly yet the situation was so hazard ous that he wished his cleverer confederate, Johnny Guile, \\"as there to hear it a1so. For fully five minutes Baker weighed the matter in his mind. and then turned again to the disguised officer. "Could you keep yonr mouth closed, if there was anything in doing so?" he de manded, significantly. Keene allowed his grim countenance to light wfrh an expression of a\
PAGE 28

SHIELD WEEKLY. 27 ''"Will you smoke?" he asked, rejoining his new acquaintance. Keene merely nodded, and standing unsteadily in the floor he delayed long enough to light the cigar. At the same time he made sure that Inspector Merton still was on the curbing outside. "Come this way t" growled Eaker, when they reached the sidewalk. As docile as a lamb being led to the slaughter, Keene turned in the direction indi cated, and walked away at the swindler's side. Merton fell in behind them in an indifferent way, and fol10wed. Raymond ba:d issued from a doorway and was a dozen feet in. advance of them. That Baker now was doing the very thing for which Keene had planned, and was taking him to the lodgings occupied by Johnny Guile, the detective had not a doubt. Before they had gone two blocks, however, Keene's alert eyes had lighted up.on a per son standing partly around the corner of a building nearly opposite, and gazing with a pronounced interest in their direction. This person was none other than Johnny Guile, made up as a countryman, and who evidently was either out upon business, or else had been so anxious concerning the arranged meeting that he bad ventured into the neighborhood to witness it for himself. He had not yet been observed by Baker; but the moment Keene's eyes fell up.on him, the detective decided what to do. The difficulty Qf arresting both men in a house, providing he now could get them there, was a not easily solved; and Keene immediately adopted what then seemed the safer and surer methoFoach them as any ordinary and disinter ested pedestrian would have done. The moment he was sufficiently near, how ever, Keene arose qmckly to his feet. Wheeling sharply about, he dealt Baker a blow that sent him reeling squarely into the arms of the approaching detective, at the same time crying forcibly: "Secure that man, Merton! I see the other! Come back here, Raymond, and lend Mcerton a hand!" Seei..ng that Raymond had heard him, Keene waited no longer. Leaving the three men in a furious struggle upon the sidewalk, for Baker did not easily succumb, Keeme started straight for the countryman on the corner fifty yards away. Johnny Guile _had witnessed the incident, and the moment Keene began to approach him the swindler guessed the truth. "By Heaven, it's Sheridan Keene!" he gasped. Then he dropped the carpetbag he was carrying, and ran at the top of his speed down the side street. The detective still was fifty yards behi11d him, and the pursuit promised to be a war_m one. Yet neither of them dreamed t.o what an end it would come. Johnny Guile headed in the direction of his lodgings. The stolen money-orde11 books were then in his room. He figured that, if he could reach the house well in advance of the detective, he could secure the books aoo
PAGE 29

28 SHIELD WEEKLY. dan Keene were thrust through in an effort to unlock the door. While doing thi s t h e d e t e ctiv e caught sight of Johqny Guile in the entry. The latt e r did not w ait, h o wev e r He went down the'back stairs at breakneck speed, and out by the rear door. As he went out by the back, Keene entered by the front and started through the hall. There a woman, who had been brought into the entry by the crash of the breaking glass, int e rfered With more courage than discretion, she fell upon Keene before he could pass her, screaming at the top of her lungs, and assailing him tooth and nail: With his blood now at fever heat, Keene did not del:ay to explain the situation and offer excuses. He raised the woman bodily, breaking her excit e d hold upon hi s garments, and threw her roughly to the floor. "I'll explain later!" he cried, angrily, as -he rushed down the rear stairs by which he had seen Johnny Guile depart. As he neared the basement door, the furious barking of a dog in the back yard momentarily startled him. He did not pause for a moment, _but he felt instinctively for his re volver. There was no occasion to use the weapon, however. The dog was tied to a post in one corner of the yard, and well away from the back gate. It struck Keene as being a good omen. As he entered the long alley back of the row of houses, Johnny Guile was just leaving it by the farther end. Determined to overtake and arrest him, if the power to do so was in him, Keene in creased his speed. Dashing through the alley and over the ash barrels which th e swindler had thrown down as he ran, the detective again r e ached th e street on which the block of houses fronted. Johnny Guile was turning a corner forty yards away, and running in the direction of the railway station. Keene now observed that h e carried a satchel, and he felt sure that the stolen money-or-d e r books were in it. Though panting hard for breath, and with his heart thumping like a trip-hammer, Keene still maintain e d the pursuit. Twice he lost sight of Johnny Guile, and once he feared that the scoundrel again had fooled him; but a moment later the scamp showed up between two houses on the opposite side of the street, making through the yards to the adjoining avenue. Keene crossed the lots also, and reached the avenue fifty yards behind him. "By Heaven, I've not gained an inch on him!" he involuntarily muttered. "He cer tainly is giving me the toughest battle I ever experienced." Five minutes later Johnny Guile had reached Market street, and was within a hundred yards of the central railway station . The first thing that caught his eye as he approached was a train headed for Boston. It was the Portland express, making its last stop on the run in. It offered Johnny Guile a splendid excuse for rushing through the middle of the street at the top of his speed. Everybody who saw him, and nearly everybody did, supposed he was running to catch the train. And so he was. While he still was thirty yards away, the train started. It filled the scoundrel with delight. He was nearly winded, and it would have been but a question of minutes before Sheridan Keene would have had him run down. Here, however, was an unexpected l}leans of escape. By a last strenuous effort, and amid the cheers of a crowd of observers, Johnny Guile under a descending gate, reached the moving train, caught the rear step of the smoking-car, and clambered aboard. As he did so, the gate stru_ck the ground, com pletely blocking the way. Keene was then fifty yards_away, and very few people on the sidewalks had observed him their interest having been taken up by the other. He came down the street as a racer approaching the wire. The last car of the train, constantly moving faster, had already left the_ station. The gateman at the crossing saw Keene coming, and, suspecting his design rushed out from hi;; box into the street and attempted to stop him.

PAGE 30

SHIELD WEEKLY. 29 Keene could not have spoken a loud word for life itself, for his breath was next to gone. But the muscular energy of the man was almost exhaustless. He knew that many of the gakrnen's huts were built right in the fence. so that the gatemen could reach the railroad yards without going through the gateway. Quick as a Aash he detected this. even while he was racing for the gate. J3ut Johnny Guile, seeing the gate touch the ground, turned into the smoking-car with a grim smile of satisfaction. Keene was upon the gaternan 11011-. He swept him .out of his path with a single blow, clucked into his hut,_ slipped through to the other side, and, at the risk of his neck, caught the rear platform of the last car. He and Johnny Guile were both upon the train-but Johnny Guile was at a disadvantage. He did not imagine, even, that Keene was there. CHAPTER IX. THE DESPERATION OF JOHNNY GUILE. Sheridan Kneene made his way into the rear car, and dropped into the nearest seat to regain his breath and steady his nerves. It was nearly a twenty-minute run to Bos ton, and he knew that Johnny Guile could not leave the train until it arrived in the city. At the end of five minutes the conductor came through, and Keene paid his fare "Did you happen to see the young man who caught the train just as it was leav ing?" he asked, as he received his change. "Yes, I did," nodded the conductor, la'ughing. "A close ca11, wasn't it?" "Very. The fellow evidently was nearly winded. but he made a creditable finish." "He is still on the train. of course?" "Yes: he cannot leave it until we reach Boston." ''Do you know which car he is ip ?'' "He is in the smoker, I think,'' replied the conductor, looking at Keene, as if he wondered at such a fusillade of questions from such a fellow as he appeared to be. The detective asked him no more, but settled back in his seat. He waited until thoroughly rested from his recrnt strain. then arose and started through the train. There was an expression of grim determination on his dark features. It was ,,ith a feeling of genuine satisfaction that he went forward to make the arrest of notorious Johnny Guile. The chase the fellow had led him. the humiliations to which he had sub jected him, the cleverness with which he bad repeatedly fooled him-all combined to make the arrest an unusually agreeable one. The train, speeding over the rails at nearly fifty miles an hour, had left Revere and was s" eeping over a long stretch of surrounding marshes. Keene moved leisurely through the cars, three of which \\'ere the ordinary day coaches, and approached the smoking-car. As he left the rear pl(!tform and opened the car door, he sent a swift glance over the numerotis passengers, in the hope of locating his man. He was unable to see him, however, and started through the aisle in search of him. He had taken only a few Steps, wru en, \Yithout a \\'Ord, but with a look on his face that would beggar description, Johnny Guile sprang out into the aisle at the other encl of the car. He had been facing the rear of the train, and saw the detective approaching. He ga.n one glance toward the door, as if his impulse was to attempt to escape by leaping from the train: but that one glance at the rushing roadbed outside told him that death alone would be the reward of such daring. Then he swung round ancl faced Keene again, who now was rapidly approaclling. All that was desperate in the criminal. and all that vengeful in his nature leaped into play in the face of the hopeless situation, and he recalled the threat.he had made in his taunting letter to Sheridan Keene. Without a \Nord. but \Yitb countenance ghastly white and threatening, he snatched his revolver out of his pocket. "Put up that gun!" commanded Keene, without halting.

PAGE 31

30 SHIELD WEEKLY. For a reply, Johnny Guile fired point blank at the detective's head. Keene anticipated the movement and sprang aside. The bullet was buried in the woodwork in the farther end of the car. The report of the weapon rang intensely upon the closed atmosphere and turned the place into an uproar. Men. sprang up on all sides, th en, realizing the fearful situation, for Sheridan Keene now had drawn his own weapon. They ducked in all directions and scrambled wildly for shelter beneath the seats. "Drop that gun, Johnny, or I'll shoot!" again thundered Keene, watching his every movement, yet feeling averse to firing upon him i it co't1ld be avoided. ''I'll not drop it until I have dropped YOU !" He fired again while h e spoke, and the bullet grazed Keene's shoulder. Then the report of the detective's weapon rang through the car. The ball smashed the window back of Johnny Guile, and the swindler immediately returned the shot. It went wide of the mark and shattered o ne of the lamps above the detective's head. Amid the crash of falling glass, the cries of excited men, and the yells of those affright ed, Keene gave utterance to an angry oath and dashed up the aisle, determined to end the engagement at the cost of his Efe. Through the smoke now filling the car, Johnny Guile saw him coming, and, turning sharply about, he opened the door and sprang out upon the platform. Before Keene could reach him, the sw indler had darted into the baggage-car and taken refuge at the farther end, a trunk. As Keene entered the car after him, a bul let whistled by his head and was buried in the wall o f the car behind. Dropping to his knee, Keene fired at the swindler's leg, the only part of him then visible from behind his refuge. A cry of mingled rage and pain followed the shot, and Johnny Guile with the bones of his left foot shattered by the ball, rose above the trunk, by which he was yet able to steady h_imself, and returned the shot. The bullet entered Keene's left arm and loosed that tiger part of him which would stop at nothing. Drawing his other ver, he fired shot after shot at hi!i opponent, at the same time rushing through the car in his direction. Only one shot answered this fusillade, for Johnny Gc1ile had emptied his only weapon ; and as Keene sprang nearer, the desperate scoundrel, more and vengeful than any Sheridan Keene had yet encountered, hurled the empty weapon straight at the de tective's head. Keene dodged in time to escape it, however, and in another moment he had Johnny Guile prostrate upon the floor, pinned down by the throat. It had been a bitter and exciting conflict, brief though it was ; but that ended it. Thrusting his weapon back into his poclcet, Keene quickly fastened a pair of handcuffs about the wrists of the prostrate man. "Well, Mr. Johnny, what do you say now?" he cried, as he rose to his feet. "Am I as soft as you imagined?" Though groaning from the painful wound in his foot, and with the blood flowing from a graze along one side of his brow, Johnny Guile raised himself to his elbow, and answered, with a bitterness pen could not depict: "If you had been half as soft as I believed, you'd not be alive now to taunt me with that question!" "I guess that i s too true for a joke," rejoined Keene, grimly. "Is there a doctor or surgeon here?" The latter was addressed to a crowd of men, which already was filling the car, now that the danger was over. "I am a surgeon," cried one, coming quickly forward. "Are you wounded?" "Yes," deplied Keene, holding up his hand, from which the blood was dripping. ''I'll fix you, sir!" "Oh, never mind me!" returned the de tective. ''It's only a flesh wound, and I can wait. Look after that fellow first of all, doc tor. And be sure you put him in good enough shape to stand a trial and serve a sentence. T don't want him to escape that, even by death." "What, sir, are you an officer?"

PAGE 32

SHIELD WEEKLY. 31 "I am one of the Boston insp ectors!" re plied Sheridan Keene. "Well, sir, there's none braver!" cried the surgeon, with a quick display of honest admiration and approval. Then he hastened to the side of the moaning man on the floor, and fell t o making an examination of his wounds. They did not prove fatal. Fellows like Johnny G uil e do not. go under very easily and two weeks after tbe episode upon the train the swindler came out of the hospital and was brought into court for trial. He was not alone by any means. Both Malloy and Bill Baker were in the dock with him, and the evidence was so conclusive against one and all, that one and all pleaded guilty to the charge s against them, in the hope of receiving a less severe sentence. Malloy and Baker were let down with three years each. But Johnny Guile, whose past record had been of the worst, and who was regarded as a far too clever and dangerous man to be at large, was convicted under the habitual criminal act, and bids fair to end bis days behind prison bars. In the satchel left m the train by the swindler were found the money-order books stolen from the M--post-office, to which the y ultimately were returned. And that, with the closing of the prison door upon his peculiar capability for swindling hones t people, forever put an end to the hope of Johnny Guile in the paper gold mine, despite his threats, Sheridan Keene had cornered. With the bril1iant achievement, one of the most important ever made by the Boston police, we wiU take leave for the present of Sheridan Keene. With all his dangerous experiences, he is still as enthusiastic as ever over his chosen work, and continues to be the right-hand man of Chief Inspector Watts. both of whom will, no doubt, be heard from m future numbers of SHIELD WEEKLY. THE END. Next week's SHIELD WEEKLY (No. 17) will continue this series of true detec tive stories, in which the celebrated de tective, Chief O'Mara, of Pittsburg, will play a promine n t part. This clev e r secret service official will be assisted by a bright youth, Steve Manley who, until lately, was only a clerk in a Pittsburg business house. Read of the \vay h e got on the detective force, and the fin e work he did on his first case-all contain ed in ne x t week s SHIEL D VvEEKLY, the sto r y b ei n g entitled F o un d Guilt: : or, Steve Manl e y Against Court a nd Jury." .l!SSUF.S. 1&--A Paper Gold Mine; or. Sheridan Keene After M o ney Order Book 2409. 1 5-Behind the Asylum Bars; o r Turne d Down as a H o p e less Case. 14-The Mysterio u s S ignal; or, Sheridan Keene on the v;rater F r ont. 1 3-In Bad H ands; or, Sheridan Keene's Help to S o m e Country Visitors. 12-Arrest e d at the Tomb; or, Sheridan Keene on a Curio u s C a s e. 11-Under t h e Knife; o r The Cloak of Guilt. 10-A Froze n Clue; or, The Cold Storage Mystery. 9-A Double Play; or. Two Myster!es in One Net. 8-A Lion Among Wolve s ; or, Sheridan Keene's Identity. 7-Under Seal; or, The Hand of the Guilty. &--Vl'ho W a s the Model? or, Missing: A Beautiful Heiress. 5-The Man and the Hour; or, Sheridan Keene's Clever Artifice. 4-Corne r e d by Inches ; or, A CuTious Robbery in Hlg h Life. 3-Inspector W atts Great Capture ; o r The Case of Alvord, the Embezzle r 2-S!lhouette or Shadow? or. A Question of Evidence. or, The C h ief Ins pec-Back uumbers always on hand If you can n o t get our 11ublications from your newsdealer five cents a copy will bring them to you, by m a il, postpaid l Are Yau Deaf?? All """"" ot DEAFNESS or HARDHEARINC are now CURABLE b7oor new invention;onJythose born deaf are incurable. HRAD NOISES CKASR UIIKDUTJH.l[. Describe your case. Examination and advicttt :free You ca.n cure at home at a nominal coat. International Aural Clinic, When writing to please mP.ntlon 'Shield Weekly." Nl6HT SCENES OF CITY LIFE. (Something Good.) Sent in plai n w rapper, postpaid. o n receipt ol. 2 5 c. ( in pos tag-c or coin.) THt: R.OY AL Dept. n. Q., 90 La.sa,Ue Street, CHICAOO, ILL Wilen writing to advertisers please mention "Shield Weekly."

PAGE 33

32 SHIELD WEEKLY. Cures Baldness Prevent.a Hair Falling Out, Removu Dandruil; Stops Itching aud Re ltores Luxuriant Growth to Shining Scalps, Eyebrows and Eyelashes. I TRIAL PACKAGE FREE. HLLll:. RlV A. GEO. N. THATCHER. HO Avenue dea Champa tet,Paria. Co
PAGE 34

I THRILLING STORIES OF l\DVENTURE I i Do and Dart Wttkly ; A special series of rattling good stories is now appearing in this wellknown weekly, covering a wide variety of subjects and written by some of the best known story writers in the country This series will include tales of Telegraph Messeni.rer Adventures I : Boarding School Pranks and Frolics ')l.'jJ. Stirring Tales of Life in a Camp A Young Soldiers Daring Deeds in the Great Civil War ')l.'jJ. Startling Adventures in the Yukon I\ Reporter's Diver:\ified Experiences on a Big Daily A Young Broker's Bold Ventures on Wall Street ')l.'jJ. The Pranks of a Youth Who Had a Sense of Humor ')l.'jJ. Adventures 01 a Young Trooper in the Heart of China and many others, which will be publi s hed later on. Gre a t p a ins have been taken to get hold of just the kind of stories that young men like the most to r e ad, and written in ju s t their style. Therefor e the stori e s will be ')l.'jJ. Brimful of Exciting Incidents and Plots i Just t o give an idea of the tre a t in store for our readers read the following titles of some of the new storiesNo. 4 8-Messe n g er Fr ank; or, A M a lt e r of Ten No 52-Phil Stirlin g ; or ,The S e cr e t o f the M oun')l.'jJ. !@ Thousa n d D olla rs. By C h arles Norr i s l a in C a ve. By Ca pt. H e nr v D a le, U S. A I ss u e d Tuesda y January 8 th. Iss u e, Tuesday, Febru ary c;th. 'l!ii!!!J l\o. 49 T e d S h a rp's Big C ase; o r The Kin g of No 5 ')-Kit C um mi n gs, the Y o un g G old Hunter ; !@ the Co unt erfei t er s B v Ins p ec t or Ja s N ugent. or. Nu gge t N ell' s S t o l e n Trea sur e B y Tues d a y J a nuar y 1 5th. H ug h P R o d111:11i. I s s u ed Tuesday, F e bru a r y 12th. !@ No 50--La d Elect ric; or, The Most W o nde rful No. 54-Sma rt A lec k ; o r The Fault o f a Cr ank' s @ B oy in the World B y B a rry T a llyh o L egacv. H v Dick Smiley Issued T u esday, Janua ry 22d lss u e 1 Tue sda v F e bru a r y 1 qth. No 51-The R o y Expert ; or Locatin gtheTrouNo c;:;-Ne d M : 1 y n ar d 's Scoo p ; or, R e atin g th e bl eat the S t amp Mill. By S a m Spenc er. New Y o rk R e p orters B v Fdit o r C h ar l e s I s sued Tue sd ay, Jal'lu a ry 2 9th. Bartl ett. Issu e d Tues d a y F e bruary 2 0th. (@ Back numbers of Do AND DARE always on hand. If you cannot get our publications trom your newsdealer, five cents a c o py will bring them to you, post-paid. )l')I. STREET & SMITH, PUBLISHERS, @>. @ 238 William Street New York.


printinsert_linkshareget_appmore_horiz

Download Options [CUSTOM IMAGE]

close
Choose Size
Choose file type

Cite this item close

APA

Cras ut cursus ante, a fringilla nunc. Mauris lorem nunc, cursus sit amet enim ac, vehicula vestibulum mi. Mauris viverra nisl vel enim faucibus porta. Praesent sit amet ornare diam, non finibus nulla.

MLA

Cras efficitur magna et sapien varius, luctus ullamcorper dolor convallis. Orci varius natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Fusce sit amet justo ut erat laoreet congue sed a ante.

CHICAGO

Phasellus ornare in augue eu imperdiet. Donec malesuada sapien ante, at vehicula orci tempor molestie. Proin vitae urna elit. Pellentesque vitae nisi et diam euismod malesuada aliquet non erat.

WIKIPEDIA

Nunc fringilla dolor ut dictum placerat. Proin ac neque rutrum, consectetur ligula id, laoreet ligula. Nulla lorem massa, consectetur vitae consequat in, lobortis at dolor. Nunc sed leo odio.