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LARCEST CIRCULATION OF ANY FIVE -CENT LIBRARY PUBLISHED. No. 644. }!UNRO'S PUBLISHING HOUSE, 24 & 26 VANDllWATlll\ S'rllllE'I', NEW YOl\K.-APRIL 11, 1896. 5 Cents. OLD OAP. OOLLllm J.Tl3RARY IS ISSUED WEEKLY.-BY SUBSOJUPTION $2.00 PER ANNUM. Entered accrmlina to act of Congress. in the yea. 1896, by NORMAN L MUNRO. in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at IVash ing/.on, D. C.-[Entere
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Larry Murtagh' s Missing-Ear Case OR. A CLEW TO THE MURDER OF LANGLEY, I THE BROKER. By Ber n a rd Way de COPYRIGHTED, 1896, BY NORMAN L. MUNRO. CHAPTER I. IT is one of the fashionable squares of New York C i ty. It matters little that we name the locality, for a hundred to one the majority of our readers would not recog nize it if we did. Enough that this particular square was very exclusive. The center had a park guarded by tall, iron railings. In the. middle of the square was an elaborately-designed fountain, which iri summer was the pride of that portion of the city. In the summer season, too, the park was a very of trees, fiowers and plants-foreign and native-and much care and money had been expended to make it one of the very ideal spots of fashionable city life. But it is now winter, and the square bas a dreary and desolate aspect, without leaf or fiower The tinkling music of the fountain is beard no longer, nor the note of a solitary bird save the hardy sparrow, which may be found there at all seasons, only a little more aggressive, perhaps, as the iron-bound frost sets in. The initial scene of our story opens on a wintery night in the vea1 1887. Midnight has already clanged from the big city clocks, and with it comes a brisk snowfall which bas been threat ening for hours. On the four sides of the square of tall "brownstone fronts" only one solitary light fiashes out-this from a fourth-story window The room is illuminated by several gasJets apparently; the fa c e of a man in his prime may be seen occasionally peering into the night. Sometimes bis features are g lued for a minute at a time against the frozen panes of glass as if to get a better view of the square, which is by no means as well lighted as it might be ls this silent watcher expecting some one, that he peers so often into the night? Or is it merely a nervous, uneasy habit of the man's? He bas been at the fourth-story window at least a dozen times already, and the same anxious look pervades bis face each time The silence is strani>ely impressive at this hour. Not a breath of air 1s stirring, and only the indescribable rustle of the falling snowfiakes as they reach the ground can be heard Thus passes a quarter of an hour more, then another quarter, with the snow on the increase, through a chilly, almost moveless, atmosphere. About fifty yards from the house containing the solitary light, looks out the feeble gleam of a street lamp. This lamp stands in the southeast corner of the square, and, for all the aid It gives to dissipate the darkness, it might as well be extinguished, for it by no means serves to give any defini te view of anybody who be approach ing. Suddenly the dead stillness is broken by the sharp crack of a whip, followed by the muffied sounds of carriage wheels. The watcher in tbe fourth-story window must hJlve heard these sounds, for be is back again at his post, look ing down into the square. Then a vehicle turns the corner, with its fiasbing side lights. This is what the watcher has been expecting, doubtless, for the anxious look on his face seems less pronounced than before. The carriage stops within a few feet of the street lamp which we have described. The door facing the sidewalk opens, a man steps out, says something to the driver. Then the carriage wheels around and disappears. The passenger, who is tall and stalwart of build, and en veloped in an ulster, stands like a grim statue for several moments, with eyes strained toward the northeast angle of the square He, too, Is apparently waiting for somebody. Nor has he long to wait For through the clouds of descending snow come sounds of a rapidly-driven vehicle, then the ftashing side lamps, as in the first instance, followed by a sudden pulling in of the horses. This occurs at a distance of about fifty yards from where the first man stands. The same preliminaries have been gone through with as before. The second man alights from bis conveyance, exchanges a few words with the driver, then the vehicle acts as the other had done, by vanishing around a corner. All this has been observed by the mysterious watcher in the fourth-story window. Bu t if one might judge by the play of his features be does not appear to be at all surprised at what bas occur red, and is seemingly waiting now for what will follow. He takes one precaution, though, to move somewhat back from the window, where he can see without being himself seen. We can perceive as be steps forward that the second ar rival is similarly attired to the first-with this exceptiontbat bis head is covered by a slouch bat, which comes away over his forehead, whereas the ot. her's headgear is of fur with ear lapels, while the lower part of both men's faces are partly bidden in heavy woolen4J11uffier s. The watcher in the fourthstory window is all-observant, and is plainly interested in the movements of the men de scribed. The last arrival, a fter a moment's heeitation, comes for ward.

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4 LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING -EAR CASE. He can see by the dim light of the lamp the shadowy figure of the first man, standing still, almost motionless as at first. He no surprise, nor does be hesitate now, but approaches through tbe thick clouds of suow toward the person who is doubtless awaiting him. Within a few yards of the still, statuesque form be stops. Had both men turned just then and looked up at the fourth-story window of the brownstone front" from which the solitary light shoots out, they might have caught the face of the strange watcher-a face illumined by min gled feelings of fear, bate and triumph. But neither man does this. Tbey are too engrossed in each other, presumably, to heed anything else that might be occuning; and, indeed, their last thought would be to look up at the illuminated win dow where the !!lysterious watcher is taking note of their movements. Tbe men glance steadily at eacn other for several sec onds, then the last arrival says: "Mr. Langley, I am here at your request. "Now, what is your object in having me meet you at this unseasonable hour?" The query Is evidently a surprise to the person addressed as "Mr. Langley," for, instead of replying, be regards his questioner witb a puzzled expression "Well, sir, here I am. Now, what is it you want?'' He was plainly a choleric man, and spoke angrily. His tones were those of a person with pronounced ideas, a person strong in his likes and dislikes. Jlis manner, too, was directness itself, and the other's seeming indecision and indifference angered him not a little. A low chuckle escaped tbe man addressed as the other put the second question. "I was about to ask why you bad sent for m e," be at last replietl, emphasizing his words. J think with you -that the hour is both unseasonable and unreasonable. "And why you sboultl have appointed a meeting with me at nil my comprehension." "I appointed no meeting," came from the other, an grily. "If you say so, I tell you you lie!" harsh words, Tom Masson," replied Langley, controlling himself with a irreat effort. "I am not in the habit of bearing such language when applied to me from any man, antl l won't stand it from you. "So bridle your tongue, my friend; it may get you into trouule." "Pshaw!" impatiently interrupted Masson "You deny it, do you? "Well, look at this." Th e n from his coat pocket be drew a l ette r the folds of which he opened with a trembling band, not from fear but from positive, downright rage, which be tried in vain to suppress. "There' s the proof of my words he cried with a cutingsneer. "Deny that this letter came from you if you dare!" "And prove that this is not you"s if you dare! Langley retorted hotly as he produced a little uote and held it up in the light of the street lamp. Masson stepped forward, with an involuntary cry on his lips. This he did not expect. He thought the cause of the quarrel was all on his own sitle. Just at that moment the letter fluttered from Langley's band and fell into the snow. Masson with a sudden exclamation stooped and pi cked it up. Thea brushing the snow fron1 it, he glanced at the note with a look that almost batHes description. "This is a forgery!" he exclaimed hoarsely, as some an gry suspicion flashed across him. "This is you?' work, Langley. "Tb is letter is you1 concoction. "You have lured me here for some object-some vile, scoundrelly object known only to yourself alone. "But I tell yop, Stephen Langley, thief and forger, that you have for once overreached yourself. "Don't try to lie any further, for it won't sel'Ve you." "You're a madman and a fool, Masson I "You call me a thief! "You are the thief and the forger! "I can prove it-I can prove it!" Langley was now beside himself with rage. He bad lost all his former poise of manner. He was now furious To be callee] a thief and a forger I The next moment the two men were at each other's throats, rolling over aud over in the snow in a death strugj!:le Suddenly the sharp crnck of a pistol split the air. It was l\fasson who bad fired. Whether this part of the programme bad been expected by the solitary watcher in the fourth-story window, we shall not for the present say. But of one thing we are sure. The shot fired by Masson had taken no effect on his op ponent, and it was during the continuation of tjle struggle between the two men that the light in the fourth-story window bad vanished, and a second shot rang out, which stretched one of the struggling n1en bleeding and lifele6s. That shot came, evidently, from the open door of the "brown stone front.'' It was Stepbeu Langley who fell, for a second Inter Mas son had picked himself up, and after casting a look of ter ror around to discover whence the shot bad come, he ran like a deer from the spot. A few moments later Tom Masson was swallowed up iD the thick snowstorm. CHAPTER ll. TnERE are necessary details to explain in connectioD with the tragic occurrence described in tbe preceding chapter. Therefore, for this purpose, we shall retrace our steps to the hour of two P M ot the day on which the meeting took place between Stephen Langley and Tom Masson, or maybe we would be more accurate in saying the day be fore, as the ?e n c ontr e between the men occurred some forty minutes after midnight. The clock in the office of Murtagh & Co. hail just chimed the hour of two, when in walked the hero of this storyMr Laurence Murtagh. It was })is fii:st appearance that day. Our old friend, Tom Blanchard, was awaiting the head of the firm with some impatience. He ditl not quite know bow to account for his partner's absence, as an important call bad been made for Murtagh some hours i:ireviously. It was a case indeed which tbe junior member of the firm would like to have undertakeu himself, and would have been only too well pleased to have done so. But the order was imperative that Murtagh, as soon as h e arrived, should call at Exchange Place, as tbe case was of more than ordinary moment. Now, in this particular locale we all know was situated the great Pinkerton Agency, under the management of "Bob" Pinkerton. "I can t tell you how glatl I am you have come." greeted Blanchard, as be shoved a note into bis principal's hand. "Goodness knows of my uneasiness and impatience sin c e eleven o'clock, wondering what had become of you, and hoping aga,nst hope that you would turn up at the el eventh hour even. "l\fr. Pinkerton's messenirer bas been here three times alreatly-nnd I should have made a go at it myself and got tbe particulars. "But instructions were that he woultl have none but you. "Under the circumstances what could I do but wait? "You did quite sight, Tom," sahl Lany, as be folded the note after reading it and thrust it in his pocket. "None of this gtist comes your way, my boy-and I wa s about to observe 'more's the pity,' but 1 won't." the genial Irishman added, laughing; "and I needn't say you hav e long since discovered bow selfish I am.in this respect. Observing a frown on Tom's good-natured face, he went on gayly: "It's not that, either, my dear fellow. "So far as that is concerned, you know what's yours is mine, and what's mine's my own. "But, jestinir aside, this chap 'Bob' labors under the impressson that I am the great I am, especially in the un raveling of intricate cases, which you know as well as self Is all bosh." What is the nature of the case?" questioned Tom, a world of curiosity in his blue eyes.

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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING .EAR CASE. "Is it a murder, robbery, forgery, an elopement, or a bank president?" "Now, my dear fellow,'' replied Larry, with mock so lemnity, 11 1 know you are a little bard on bank presidents, 'll.nd are forever suspecting them of wrongdoing. But you might as well ask me whether the delinquent is an arch bis bop. "Not knowing can't say. 11 l must find that out when I get to Exchange Place. "For the present calm your curiosity, and 011 my return I may let you into the secret-that Is, if you're a very good and obedient partner." ' Get out, you heathen I" snapped Tom. "Yes, I was just about thinking that would be the very be s t plan to get rid of your impertinent questioning. c. Ta-ta, dear boy, and while I'm gone I intrust you with a very grave responsibility." 11 What's that?" asked Blanchard, who certaiuly was not of a humorous character. "Pray let no one run away with the office or the office cat, Tom-that's a good fellow." And the Irish man made a dash for the door, neatly dodging a work on medical jurisprudence which was hurled at him. Of course this was one of the occasional scenes of tin equally inspiriting character which occurred in that office, anti which meant simply nothing more than an exchange of civilities and affection between the two partners. Blaucbard, as we have said before, was totally devoid of humor, yet, somehow, he could enjoy a joke with the best of his conferees in Gotham. When Murtagh dashed out of the office and down the stairs, a messenger from Robert Pinkerton was returning for the fourth time. "I am just i11 time," said the young man, who bore the oft-repeated message. "Yes, I perceive you are,'' interpolated Larry; "you were nigh in time to get a double-Nelson 01 n fractured collar bone 11 But as you are no wrestler, I'll let it go at that. "But what's the trouble? "ls Exchange Place on fire ? "1 beg your pardon, Mr. Murtagh,'' saitl the messenger; a sad-faced lad, who could not understand anythine: funny in chasing the noted Irishman round for half a day-" I beg your pardon, sir,'' he dolefully repeated, but Mister Bob bas been giving me the dickens for not finding you. "He said, In fact, that I didn t know my business, to et a--" "And maybe the honorable Mr. Robert was right, my boy," Murtagh interrupted, with a broad grin Then, seeing the messenger was about to deliver a harangue on bis valuable services to the great detective establishment on Exchange Place, he out him short witb: "Yes-yes-I understand all about it! "Pinkerton has been waiting for me some hours, and is anxious that 1 should call immediately, if not sooner. "But here, my lad "-in a kindly tone-" take this; go and enjoy yourself; the rest of the day is your own, re member that--" "But, Mr. Murt. agh, sir, I--" I shall not hear another word; do as I tell you; I will explain your absence to Mr. Robert, who will no doubt thank me for my thoughtfulness. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, my dear young man." And with these words, and putting a five-dollar bank 11ote Into the young man's hand, Murtagh was like a shot. "Well, of all the crack-brained Irishmen, Laurence Murtagh, Esquire, takes the cake. "But he's such a good-natured fellow that one can't be offended with him. "Well, when he says-' go-enjoy yourself,' be means it; that he does; every time, you bet." "I hope you'll never die, Laurence Murtagh, Esquire, till every hair on my head is a mold-candle to light you to glory." And still glancing lovingly at the five-dollar bill, the Pinkerton messenger lad hied him to the nearest hostelry to drink, with three or four cronies, the kind-hearted Irish man's health. "Yes,'' said Larry, as he pursued his way down Nassau Street; "I don't quite know wbat's up with me to-dayI m skittish as a hundred and fifty year ould Ballymoun taia goat-I neither know the end of me pocket, nor the end of me wit. "Some change in the moon, an' dlvil doubt of it. l'l tell off a committee to inquire into my sanity-as if all the medical experts in the world could tell a single thing about it-tbouirh each bas his idea that he can, no doubt. "I've 110 doubt, either, but that that young fellow will think l'm a loon. "The idea of giving him a V and telling him to go away for the day-I must be mad-mad as a March hare, In deed." We will hazartl this, however, that the Irish detective was not alone the sanest but the best balanced man hi New York or out or it; and in this particular, no doubt tbe ers of the "Murtagh Series" will beat us out-on the un derstanding that, "A little nonsense now and then, is rel ished by the wisest men;" and, we were going to say, women, but here we shall cry a halt. Murtagh, in a graver moou than be had yet that day, entered Robert Pinkerton's private office, which we have described in a previous story of this seties. Mr. Pinkerton, as was usual with him when in an impa tient mood, was pacing llis room with knitted brows, and muttering some unpleasant remarks-doubtless in regard to Mr. Murtagh-when that gentleman enteretl, -without even announcing himself. "Hum! and so you have come, have you?" said Robert, stopping in his walk and glaring at bis friend. "I was just about getting tired of waiting, ancl was--" "Going to engage somebody else, is that it? cried Larry. ""'ell, I'm sure you're welcome to engage whom you please. "But shake, my dear fellow I "What's the matter now? You appear half worried to death "Two confounded Wall Street brokers at loggerheads,'' explained Pinkerton. "And if we don t stop their little game there will be murder!" CHAPTER III. LARRY MURTAGH was not greatly in love with the case which Robert Pinkerton had to offer bim, Only a squabble between two. Wall Street brokers I That was nothing new. It was a daily and nightly occurrence in fact. "If half these fellows were out of the way," he said, sourly, "the world would be the better of it." But Larry was sore just then on Wall Street, and all con nected with that delectahle locality. For he bad been recently "skinned," using a vulgarism, out of tea thousand dollars by the same agency So far as the Irishman was concerned the investment had been open aau above board, and thoroughly honest. But it was the other way with the agents to whom be had confided bis hard-earned dollars. They bad swindled him for fair: and wbat was still worse he had no manner of redress from the law courts. It was simply legalized swindling, and he had to grin and bear the brunt of bis loss. But as this bas uotbiag to do with the present story we shall proceed. Who are the brokers?" Larry asked after awhile, as in his mind arose the picture of a certain gentleman whom he bad entrusted bis good money to. "Do 1 know them?" "Yes,'' grinned Pinkerton; "I guess you have good cause to know one of them-Tom Masson, a former bucket. shop prnprietor Murtagh's face darkened at once at the mention of the name. The man was the one who bad robbed him in a legal way. "Tom Masson!" be repeated, vindictively. "Yes, that is so; I've good cause to recollect him. "But what's he been up to this time?" "Sit down, and I'll tell you." Larry Murtagh plumped himself into a chair with a thud. The inevitable box of cie:ars (imported from a friend in Havana) was produced by Pinkerton. "Soothe your nerves, my dear fellow," he said, passing the box, and I will give you the particulars. "The case is more portentous than you think for, and it may perhaps enable you to get even with a gentleman wbom you admire. "I'm not joking at all in this."

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6 LARRY MURTAGH S MISSING EAR CASE. "Hum!" mused the Irishman, taking a cigar and light ing it. "Now fire away, and let me hear the worst, for the worst you can say about that person will in no way disturb me. "But the other broker in the case-who is he1" "Stephen Langley." "Stephen Langley?'' and Murtagh's features assumed a different expression. "Nothing against him, I hope1" interpolated Bob, with a quizzical grimace on bis handsome face. "Nothing, sir, nothing." "Then I can proceed!" "Yes; you are now in order.'' The Irishman lolled back in his chair and glared up at the ceiling, as if the picture of the man who had "buncoed" him was thereon deeply and doubly engraved. "Well, the case stands tbns," proceeded Pinkerton, as be struck a match and lit bis "imported.'' "Tom Masson and Stephen Langley were business part ners once on Broad Street. "During their partnership they formed the acquaintance of a gentleman named Darnley, of the firm of Darnley, Bliss & Blennerbasset, the Broadway bankers. "Now, Darnley is one of the most prominent men in ban king and brokerage in New York, and so far his repu tation, in an honest business way, is irreproachable.'' I know all that," Murtagh interrupted absently. "Well, what then?" "Mr. Darnley is a millionaire several times over, and a great railroad magnate. But Mr. Darnley bas one weak spot.'' "I never knew it," said Murtagh, still with his eyes riv eted on the ceiling, and on the imaginary Tom Masson, whom he fancied at that moment he was placing behind iron bars. "Please state the particular weakness!" "The particular weakness," resumed Bob, slowly, "is his ward, Miss Sara Gunnison, who, by the way, is also his Diece." "That is news, to be sure," said Murtagh, warming up, and withdrawing his eyes for the first time from the ceil ing, and fixing them on bis friend. "or course, he's a bachelor?" ''Yes; in that you are right. He's had offers galore to break this bachelorhood, and would have done so to my lrnowledge a dozen ago, but for this charge which sits upon him like a nightmare, and weighs him down like a ton of lead. "Tb is is the man's sole weakness." "Why should it be so?" again from Murtagh, who resumed his inspection of the ceiling and his mental picture of Masson in convict garb. "Is the young lady poor, rich or a multi-miUionairesslike himself1" "She is worth a half a million dollars, if not more,'' re plied Pinkerton. "Why doesn't be marry the girl, and be done with it?" growled the Irishman, still half-absently. "What!" "Why doesn't he marry the girl1" "You forget, sir; she is his niece!" exploded Pinkerton, much shocked. "Uncles are not in the habit of marrying their nieces, are they!" "Sometimes," imperturbably from the detective. "Is Miss Gunnison young and good-looking?" What a question!" exclaimed Bob, with some indigna tion. "The Idea of asking whether a woman, especially an heiress, is young and good looking. Where do you think you'll go when you shuffle off this mortal coil1 Certainly she's young and good looking! "No rich spinster can be otherwise; for answer apply to the press of tbe country, which will have it that there is no rich young lady who is not positively charming and beautiful. "But that is not the point, my friend. "This young girl, Sara Gunnison, is absolutely charm ing in every way, and the lofty encomiums of the newspapers as to her beauty and goodness of heart are deserved, thoroughly so. "The weakness, however, lies in this-that Darnley, not being a marrying man himself-and if he were be could not marry his niece-at least n6t in the face of the fierce opposition which would meet him-his weakness, I assert, lies in the fact that there are two, if not three, gentlemen of questionable repute scrambling for her hand, which is enough to drive the multi-millionaire into his grave thirty or forty years before his time. "Don't you see the point now?" "Yes; but who are the gentlemen of questionable repu tations?" "I shall give r,ou the names of two, which must suffice fo.1 the present.' "Well1" "Stephen Langley and Tom Masson!" snapped Pinker ton. "Oh! Still I can't see what there is to object to in the former. "His conduct, so far as I have ever heard, has been without a flaw." "True, saving the fact that he had been a partner once of Masson's." "Well, If a man was born in a stable, that doesn't make him a horse,'' dryly interpolated Murtagh. "Then why object to the gentleman? Does be find favor in the lady's eyes1" "Yes; of all her admirers, he is the most favored.'' "Theo Darnley should have no objection, If his niece has none. "He is not a dog ln the manuger, I suppose? "Though it looks very much like It, by Jovel "But an old bach is iovari..bly a sclllsh dog. "The girl must marry soone1 or later, r.od why not Langley? "Is he a bucket shop chap, too? If so I never heard it!" added Larry, still contemplating the ceiling. "Yes, but reformed," interje<;ted Pinkerton, dryly. "Rah I That's a horse of another color. "I don't wonder at Darnley objecting.'' "Darnley has no objection," hastened to correct the ubiquitous Bob. "Then what the d-1 are you driving at? "Aren't you getting things m!xed a little?" 'Won't you please come down from your loft y perch?" pleaded Pinkerton, seriously. "What do you mean1"-from Larry, with some Impa tience "Your philosophical contemplation of the heights above you." "The ceiling, you mean-of course you mean that.'' "Exactly-the ceiling! "What do you see there that you are so profoundly ab sol'bed?" "Well, upon my life I see nothing particularly,'' replied Larry with a droll look, "saving the fact that it wants ren ovati11g pretty badly. "Hum, I perceive, that I've not been paying the atten tion to your recital that I should have done. "In point of fact, I wondered for a long time where this incoherent jumble was leading you to, for, upon my soul an(! honor, 1 could make neither head nor tail of your talk-with this exception that there was a fair, rich young maiden and three men in the case-one being her uncle, the wealthy old bachelor, Darnley. "Now, my dear fellow,'' continued Murtagh, "let us be serious-what In the name of all that's good, bad and in different do you want me to do?" "Don't contemplate that ceiling any more, I implore you, and I will give you the facts of this case in brief," said Pinkerton, who, now that he bad secured his friend's attention, ran quickly over the following items: "Early this morning "-this is how his story ran-" a man In livery called at my residence with a letter from Miss Sara Gunnison. "In the note was an urgent request that I should call at once to the Darnley residence. "I saw by the chirography that Miss Gunnison, when she wrote that note, must have been more than usually agitated. "I did not at first know what to make of it, but to set my doubts at rest I hurried into my clothes, took a car riage and drove to the Darnleys'. "In the reception room I found Miss Gunnison already waiting. "She was pale and tearful, bnt goothing her as best I could, I sat down and prepared to listen to what she had to say. "The trouble was caused by a letter which Langley had received the night before from Masson. "She caught a glimpse of the note and recognized Mas son's writing. "From the few words she noticed she concluded that it was a challenge from Tom to his late partner to fight a duel to the death with either bowie knives or pistols.

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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING EAR CASE. 7 11 You know that both these men are Kentuckians. 11 Hal" suddenly exclaimed Pinkerton. 11 Here comes Miss Gunnison herself." CHAPTER IV. As Robert Pinkerton spoke the door of the office was op e ned and Miss Sara Gunnison was announced Miss Gunnison was an exceedingly pretty woman of be tween eighteen and nineteen years of age-a decideu brunette, with large, flashing gray eyes, and somehow reminded one of that Spanish type of beauty so often met in the west o( lrdand. She had none of the insipidity of the maj6rity of your beautiCul women, and one could only connect her with a strong intellect, backed by considerable will power. Murtagh, who was an excellent physiognomist and judge of character, could not compare her with the weakling whom Robert Pinkerton had described a few moments before, whose very chirography evidenced a too easily ex citable and emotional nature. "This is no ordinary woman," communed Murtagh, as he arose on her entrance, and if I am not mistaken, she is mo1e adapted for strong measures than for weak ones. "She may be lovely in character (outwardly), but I ll bet my blooming life she a thoroughgoing vixen when she's rOUSPd. "The shedding of tears, unless for some great causeand that cause solely and irreparably herself-would hard ly be come her. "No, l\Ir. Robert Pinkerton, you are deceived, bamboo zled, and the wool drawn over your eyes to a verity. "Miss Sara Gunnison, you have some deeper otiject than an affoction for Langley-and I ll be bound to say that you will surprise even an old stager like me, in perfidy. "Oh, woman, woman," thought Larry, "how much you have to answer for here below, and what weak clay we are in your hands when you like to let yourself out a little." But them was as much likelihood of the Irishman being wrong in bis diagnosis of Miss Gunnison s character M be was of being more so. For even physiognomists are not infallible-while phre n o logists are simply nowhere, though the latter think they are at the top of the heap. Miss Sara Gunnison had a marvelously sweet voice. It was a voice once heard, not easily forgotten. Bob Pinkerton, keen detective thut be was, was smitten by it. Not so Murtagh. He thought some of the inflections were just at certain points a little overpitched-and certainly not natural. For affectation, however skilled, can never Eeem natural -especially to those who have made the human voice a study for a good part of their lives, as the reader is aware was the case with the Irishman. But to get to the point once more. Miss Sara Gunnison was introduced to Murtagh by Mr. Pinkerton as though she were the most perfect of her sex. Robert without a doubt was a very gallant man where a pretty woman was concerned. Murtagh was no less gallant-it is a characteristic of bis country and countrymen. "Now, Miss Gunnison,'' began Bob, "you must not think for a moment that I was neglecting you in this case. 1 was simply awaiting the anival of my friend, Mr. Mur tagh, who, unfortunately, was out of town--" "What a fib,'' muttered the Irishman under his breath. "But let him go on; he'll run himself into a hole, and it will fall to my unfortunate lot to get him out." But the young lady did not allow the head of the Pinker tons to make any further misstatements. She interrupted him with: "This, then, is the gentleman you are entrusting my case to?'' Robert's head came down with a well-bred inclination. "I think Mr. Murtagh the best man you could have given so delicate a matter to, for there is positively more in t!Jis unfortunate affair than you gentlemer. think. "Will Mr. Murtagh follow my instructions-or rather let me say suggestions-for it would be an impertinence for me to dictate to an expert in the present case." "Now we're getting at it," thought Murtagh. "I concluded she was a strong-minded young lady, and she is. "Yes, madam," the detective added aloud, "you may mak'e any suggestions you think fit. "But as up to the present time I know little of the case, you no doubt will set me right where I am wrong." "That is just the point,'' she added sweetly. "It is not to be expected that you should know in twen ty minutes that which has troubled my minu for that num ber of days." ".Precisely,'' interjected Pinkerton; "that is exactly the point. "Detectives are not supposed to know everything--" "Not to see through stone walls more than other peo ple," added Miss Gunnison, with a silvery laugh, which went straight to the ubiquitous Bob's heart. "This is a little more of her art,'' declared Larry to himself. "A charming, amiable creature, no uoubt. "We'll get at her real character presently." "You must know, Mr. Murtagh,'' continued this charm ing girl, with as little shyness or hesitation as any woman he had ever yet met with, "that in my own right I am heiress to over half a million dollars." "So I've been informed "-from the Irishman, lan guidly. Gentle Miss Gunnison be!!'an to pall on him. The more he saw of her, the less he was impressed with her earnestness. "But this money is htld in trnst until I am of age-that is, until I am legally entitled to it,'' she proceeded. "My uncle, as you are also perhaps aware, is wortb in the neighborhood of twe nty million.dollars." Murtagh inclined his bead and intimated that he was fol lowing her. "Under those circumstances,'' continued Miss Gunni son, "such a little nestegg as mine would be of no earthly use to him, even were I to die to-morrow. "And yet he is strangely opposed to a contemplated mar riage which I havP in view-for ya.u know, Mr. Murtagh, flesa and blood is flesh and bloou, anu people must marry some time--" "Not necessarily, madam,'' interjected the Irishman dryly. "For instance, I am a bachelor-and an old one-but so far I have never contemplated marriage--" "Certainly," interpolated Pinkerton maliciously; "of course there is no rule without an exception. "My friend, Mr Murtagh, as it happens, bas never been touched by the tender passion. "His heart, if I may say it, is unimpressionable-granite-lined and tee!plated, in fact "I should hardly credit Mr. Murtagh with lack of heart,'' insinuated Miss Gunnison in her most irresistible tones. "But, gentlemen, if you will allow me, I will proceed." Down went the detect.ives' heads in a gentle intimation that they were there for no other purpose than to listen to so charming a lady. "Well, as I have said, my uncle, Mr. Darnley, objects to my "But might I ask, madam, whom you are going to marry?" asked Murtagh quietly. "Mr. Stephen Langley-anu there comes the trouble,'' she responded. "I understood be favored Mr. Langley?" saiu the Irish man, with a quick look at Pinkerton. "Oh, dear, no!"-musically from the siren. "On the contrary, he favors that gentleman's rival, Mr. Tom Masson." Oh, indeed!" Another look at Pinkerton. Robert blushed like a schoolboy who had been found out in some indecorous act. "How the d-1," thought Bob, "did I get things mixed up so? "I could have sworn she said Langley was the favored man. "Well, well, this is a nice how d'ye do! "I guess I'm smitten myself with the little witch, to have made such a gross "You must know,'' continued the fair Sara, "that Mr. Masson is my uncle's friend." "Indeed," said Murtagh, fairly gasping with astonish ment. "Yes, Mr. Murtagh, Mr. Darnley regards Mr. Masson as his rie:ht arm, if I may be pardoned for using the expres sion.'' "Excuse me it I say your uncle bas exceedingly bad taste, madam,'' blurted out the now thoroughly aroused Irishman. 11 It would be much better if be regarded him as bis left -and kept him at confoundedly long range-for a bigger rascal is not out of--"

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I 8 LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING -EAR CASE. He was going to say "Sing Sing," when a vicious nudge from Pinkerton reminded him that be was treading on dan gerous ground-and that be bad better "draw in his horns," so be added "Wall Street" instead. This was all very well. But the amiable Miss Gunnison wouldn't have it that way, and added: "Out of prison, you mean-and you are right, Mr. Mur tagh. "That man, Masson, is a rascal; and what surprises me most is th.at my uncle will countenance him-and have him a constant! visitor at bis house, while--" Here Miss Gunnison hesitated and looked shyly at Pinkerton. While what, madalllP"-from Murtagh, who mistrusted the woman more and more. "He treats bis former friend with contempt, and forbids him to see even me. "Was there ever such contemptible conduct? "If he were not my uncle and I loved him, I should hate him!" ground out Miss Gunnison, in anything but a silvery tone-and while she said it her eyes flashed and bar bosom heaved. Was the woman only an actress, after all? Murtagh had concluded !C1ngsince that she was. On the contrary Robert Pinkerton regarded her as the weak victim of a tyranical uncle. "And so your worthy uncle favors Mr. Masson as 8Jl elig-ible suitor for your hand?" said Larry, quietly. "Yes, sir." "And you regard him with--11 "Abhorrence, Mr. Murtagh, abhorrence!" snapped Sara. "Do )'OU think Mr. Darnley knows the real character of Mr. Masson?" the detective asked dryly. "1 really cannot say as to that. "He knows that he is a Wall Street broker, of course." "And his one-time connection wih a bucket shop?" chimed in Murtagh. "I think not. "If he did, I don't think be would have anything further to do with him." "How Jong has Mr. Darnley known Mr. Masson?" "A little over six years, I believe." "Less than six years ago he was the prime mover of a common bucket shop," rang in Murtagh, hotlJ : When did you find that outP"-from Robert Pinkerton, sarcastically. Too !ate to be of any use to me, worse luck," replied the Irishman. "Had 1 known of it in time I should have been ten thou sand dollars in to-day. "But there! we all make fools of ourselves at times, therefore what cannot he cured must be endured-worse luck that such confounded rascals as Masson should he al lowed to exist at the expense of honester folk. But be bas not beard the last of that ten thousand dol lars yet, you may rest assured," said Murtagh. "And now, mi&s "-turning to Sara Gunnison-" we may as well once more revert to your matter. "You expect this man Masson to have some designs on the Ii fe of Mr. Stephen Langley? "You say you saw a letter from him challenging that gentleman to a duel?" "A moment, Mr. Murtagh," interrupted the woman. "Pray allow me to explain. "During Mr. Darnley's absence Mr. Langley called to see me. "He was shown Into the reception room, and while wait ing took a letter from his pocketbook and began to read it. "While Mr Langley was thus engaged I stole into the reception room with the intention of giving him a little surprise. "I drew so near him before he observed my presence that I was able to recognize the handwriting, and the few words I saw convinced me that it was a challenge from Mr. Masson. "Almost at the same moment my uncle entered the room, and, in a towering passion, ordered Mr. Langley from the house--" "Weill"' said Murtagh, seeing Miss Gunnison hesitate. "That is all, sir. I saw no more; I fainted." "A likely story," the detective reflected. You fainted, eh? I don't credit a word of it. "You are not that kind of woman." "You must stop this duel, Mr. Murtagh," said Miss Gunnison, earnestly. "Have you no further evidence that a duel is to be fougbtP"-ironically from the detective. "Yes; I subsequently beard my uncle and Masson whis pering-that is, some time after Mr. Langley was goneand I distinctly beard the words: "'Your only chance now, Tom Masson, if you would have the ghost of a chance, is to rid yourself of that con founded Langley.' "That meant murder, Mr. Murtagh. Don't you think so yourself, Mr. Pinkerton?" It was about four o'clock when Murtagh got back to his office, after having promised to do what he could to avert the expectert duel lJetween Miss Gunnison's loversTom Masson and Stephen Langley. And though be bad promised this seriously, he regarded the whole thing as a farce-as to the meditated duel be tween the two men, at any rate. But might there not be something deeper underlying it? A queer idea came into Murtagb's mind. What game was Miss Sara Gunnison playing? Was she sane or insane? Was she workin!{ out some deep-laid scheme with the subtlety of a crafty lunatic, or was her account all a pure invention, which it was not worth while bothering oneself with any further? In this state of mind (not well knowing what to make of the affair), Murtagh got back to bis office. Blanchard was seated at bis desk poring over some papers, which bad been banded In that day by two promi nent clients of the firm. As Larry came in Blanchard put aside the papers upon which he bad been engaged, and said: "So you have come at last?'' "Yes. Any callers?" asked Murtagh. "One! A queer-looking, pinched-up little man, who left this note for you.'' Murtagh took the Jetter. It was addressed in a bold, characteristic band: LAURENCE MuRTAGII, EsQ. Personal.'' The moment he glanced at the handwriting he recog-nized it. "When was this left?" he questioned. "Just as the clock struck three. "I asked the queer little chap if an answer was expect ed. "He smiled and said: 'Please give this to Mr. Murtagh as soon as be comes in.' "Then without another word he went through the door as if he had been shot from a catapult, and, before I could follow, be was down the stairs and out in the street. "I ran to one of the windows, threw it open, just catch ing sight of bis coat-tails, as be disappeared into Nassau Street." "And you didn't know who be was?" said Larry, with a laugh. "Not from Adam's grandfather. How did that case go, Murtagh?" Blanchard inquired, as his partner tore open the envelope of the note. Of course he alluded to the Pinkerton matter. "If you mean the case in regard to which I was sent for by the Exchange Pl1tce people, I cannot enlighten you-not at present, anyhow. "It's a jumble of which 1 can make neither head nor tail, in fact. "But I will give you the particulars some other time. "For the present we must rest satisfied to know little or nothin$' "This is the best I can say of it. "And now I must see what this queer little chap has to say." So saying, be unfolded the note and read the following: "MY DEAR Mn. MURTAGII,-If you will meet me t'o night at the Nag s Head, Sixth Avenue, 1 may be able to put you onto good graft. It is more than likely that you will thank me for the trouble I have taken when you learn the particulars of my visit to your office. Knowing I would not find you in, I took the trouble of penning this, so that it might be sure to meet your eye. You know how opposed I am, in a matter of this kind, to bold intercourse with any body but the right party. I do not care to confide in 1mderlings or middlemen. Recollect, seven to-night, at the Nag's Head, and oblige "Yours truly, "MIKE MALLON, "Alias Jimmy the Ped." This was all.

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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING EAR CASE. II But the note was characteristic of one thing-its bold, dashing chirography. It was the handwriting of a man of much force of char acter. There could be no question of that, as any expert woul
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t 10 LARRY MURTAGH S MISSING EAR CASE "Two dozen, sir. "H'm,'' said Murtagh, "give the m to the first boy you meet, or do what you please with them . "But say, Tom, don't be any longer than you can help. The 'extras' are on me, you know. "Now off you go, and get rid of them .' Tom Doolan-for such was the lad s name-spied an old news-vender chum going along William Street. "There's Chickory Davis," he cried, ns he caught sight o f an uugainly-looking lad of fourteen or fifteen, "and as he is not doing so well just now, l couldn't act better than let him have the lot. It' s not been the first time he's done the same service for me " All right,'' said Murtagh; "that will suit to a T. "But do your business quickly with hlm, then come back. Tom Doolan was not Jong in disposing of his stock of papers, and suffi c e it to say be sent one boy away rejoicing when he let him have his "extras. When Doolan got through with Chickory Davis, he hastened back to Murtagh. "Now,'' said the latter, "in wlt,11 you into Schultzeuland's, and keep an eye on Masson and the banker. If you do your part well it will be a twenty-dollar bill in yom pocket. "' Be off now, and don't forget what I tell you. "'Be sure not to lose sight of them for an instant wher llYer they go." You can trust me for that, sir," the boy confidently answered; "the more especially as twenty-dollar bills are not to be picked up every day. "But where am I to report to you, Mr. Murtagh?'! "Come to my office." "Up to what time shall I find you, sir?" "Six. "All right, Mr. Murtagh." And a moment later the boy was gone. He watched Doolan disappear into Shultzenland's, then the detective left the spot. "Had they seen me," Murtagh muttered, "it would have put them on their guard. "The boy, on the other band, will discover what they are up to without their ever suspecting him." Murtagh, instead of going hack to his office direct, as he meant to, hastened off in the direction of Exchange Place. He concluded to see Pinkerton once more before pro cP.eding fnrther in the case It was as well, maybe, he came to this conclusi6n, as Pinkerton had made a rather important discovery since Murtagh had left him-at an earlier hour. This was in relation to Darnley, the banker. Pinkerton had gone off in the direction of Bowling Green to make inquiries at one of the transatlantic steam ship offices in regard to the case of a confidential clerk who had absconded with ten thousand dollars, and who was supposed to have crossed the border, by way of Buffalo into Canada. But this, however, was only conjecture, It been 1eported, too, that the clerk had gone to Philadelphia, and th. ence by some outgoing steamer to Europe. Nothing definite was known of the man's movements, however, and Pinkerton was of the opinion that the fellow had not so much as left New York. It is not necessary to name the steamship company, ex cept to say it bad its offices on Bowling Green, and that it plied to London and Glasgow. Robert was far from suspecting that he would hE1ar any thing about Darnley from this source And he was agreeably surprised to learn from the man a{!er of the company something that related to the banker's financial condition-a condition of affairs, indeed, which he was far from guspecting-the more especially with re !l'ard to a person who had such a high reputation for his immense wealth and honorable business standing. Mr. Darnley's name had been brought up by the merest a c cident. Said the manager, whose name we shall call )forrell: "I have heard something that will doubtless surprise the financial circles of New York, and which affects the character of one of our most prominent bankers. It would be uncalled for to mention the matter, were it not for the fact that M1. Tumour had some business transactions with him, of a character which Is not very creditable to the gentleman whom I allude to. "As you would neve1 guess who it is, I shall tell you his name. "You have heard, of course of Darnley, the banker, of Broadway?" much in regard to him no later than to-day," re plied Pinkerton. "Report in financial circles has put him dQwn to be worth close on twenty million dollars,'' said Morrell, open a notebook and glancing at some memoranda 'And is he not?" questioned Pinkerton, deliberately. "No, nor worth twenty thousand, let aloue twenty mil the manager of the company answered. "The man is about the most stupendous fraud lu N e w York, and in a few days, when his affairs are known, he will have to leave New York in disgrace." "You surprise me." Pinkerton barely credited bis ears. Y e s aud others will be surprised, too, or I'm much mistaken,'' pursued Morrell. Why, the man is one of the mo&t Impudent swindlers in this country. l I would call him one of the lowest blacklegs we e>er had in this state." "Have you proof for what you assert?" "Deci
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LARRY MURTAGH'S :MISSING EAR CASE. 11 And, by the way, let me mention here that the defalca tions will amount to nearer twenty thousand dollars than the ten which we fint supposed. "There was a letter, too, shown me, which had been found in Tumour's room, which placed beyond doubt tbe nature ot his transactions with Darnley." CHAPTER VII. As Morrel spoke there came a knock at the door of the oftice, and on that gentleman opening it, there entered a powerfully-built man of handsome presence, but indifferently clad. It proved to be Mr. Ratchell, the private detective from Twenty-ninth Street and Broadway. The moment Robert Pinkerton clapped eyes on the man he reCOl/.'nized him. "I think I have met you before, Mr. Ratchen, said he, rather cynically Ratcbell was not taken aback in the least. ''Yes, Mr. Pinkerton," was his cool reply, and under peculiar circumstances." "Yes, sil', under very peculiar circumstances," Pinker ton interjected coolly. "If I recollect aright, the occasion was in Milwaukee." "Yes, in Milwaukee-at the railway station, when in your zeal, and laboring under some inexplicable mistake, you endeavored to arrest me. That, I believe, was six years ago." Quite correct, six years ago next month. "But, if I mistake not, you went under another name ou that occasion. "At least, it was not Ratchell," said Pinkerton sternly. "No, sil'; it was then Turnbull. "You took me at the time for an escaped convict from Joliet, who bad been undergoing a sentence of ten years for burglary when be effected his escape. "Subsequently you discovered that I was not this es caped convict, but a discharged keeper against whom charges of neglect of duty were brought and not proved. These charges, Mr. Pinkerton, were false, and the result of the machinations of enemies-men who feared that I would expose them for their dishonesty, and which I could have done had I been allowed and given the time. But my enemies had influence enough to have me sent from Joliet in disgrace, hence my change of name from Turnbull to Ratchell. And with this explanation I have done." "I perceive I have been deceived, sir said Pinkerton, regarding the man now In a different light. "In what respect, Mr. Pinkerton?" Ratchell, or Turnbull, spoke in the same quiet tones he had used all along. "I had been deceived in accounts that were given of you." Yes, no doubt of that. "But you are not the only one. "Your brother and. others belonging to your Chicago agency were deceived also. "But I shall live and succeed in spite of the hard things that have been said of me." Pinkerton was already sorry for what he bad said. No doubt this man had been wronged. And it was little wonder he had changed his name, under the circumstances. Mr. Morrell had lltened to all this with surprise. But he offered no remark, and permitted them to talk on "I came here to see Mr. Morrell," said Ratchell; "and if that gentleman will give me an audience for a few min utes, I will convince him that my errand here is not without a purpose that may be of some benefit to his company." "I am sure he has discovered the whereabouts of our defaulting clerk," the manager said in au aside to Pinker ton. "It may be as you say," said Robert. "Give bim his audience. "I am goh1g 11ow, so I'll not be In the way." "No, that won't do," put in Mllrrell. "You are on this case, sir--" / "I waive my right," said Pinkerton, rising. "I have too much already to see to." "But should you discover anything more about Darnley please let me know." "I shall not fail to do so," was Morrell's reply. Ratchell watched Pinkerton curiously until the detective got to tbe office door; tben be said: "Perhaps Mr. Pinkerton would like to remain?" '1No, not to-day, Mr Ratchell," said Bob, turning away with a laugh. "The case I find is in good hands, and as time is valu able I will bid you good day." Then Morrell whispeied something in Pinkerton's ear, and the latter left the office with a smile on his lips. It was a smile so full of meaning that Ratchell could not help commenting on it. Pinkerton now made his way back to Exchange Place. The first man be met ascending the stairs to his agency was Murtagh. "Glad you have turned up, for I have some news for you," was Bob's greeting. "Indeed! "In regard to whom?" "Darnley the banker." "Have you seen him?" "No; I have heard of him, though, and what I have heard has not been to his credit. "But come along and I will open your eyes as to the man's character." "Anything about Masson?" Murtagh questioned. "Nothing. "Have you come across him?" "Yes." CHAPTER VIII. WHEN Murtagh and Pinkerton got seated in the latter's private office, the Irishman said: "Do you know that Miss Gunnison is right with regard to Masson? I think I misjudged the woman's character." "Yes; I've no doubt but you did," said Bob. "I, myself, tbin k that Miss Gunnison is a very remark able young lady. "But her uncle is an infernal rascal. Now just you lis ten to what I have to say about Darnley "Go on. "I think I know something about him myself,'' said Larry, as he pictured the two men as they sat in the res taurant at tbe corner ot William Street and Maiden Lane. Then Bob entered into a description of bis interview with Morrell. Murtagh could not avoid expressing surprise. "This is astonishing!" be exclaimed. "Jt is rather a big drop from twenty million dollars to twenty thousand. But does Morrell really go by what he knows to be a fact?" "I don't see that he would have any object in lying about the matter." "Probably not. But it's surprising nobody discovered this before." "Very surprising," said Bob. "Especially among financiers," chimed In Murtagh. "One would think they would be the first to discover the fraud that this man has been practicing for years. "But many a man is supposed to be good till be is found out." "That is a fact. "And so this Darnley has been a regular swindler from the first-that is, according to Mr. Morrell's account-wbicll I have no reason to doubt. Well, it's no wonder he is in with such a rascal as Masson. "There is not the slightest 9oubt now as to whom 1bey are conspiring against. "It is Mr. Langley, and if not stopped in time his Jife may pay the forfeit." "Oh, I'll put an end to their conspiracy. You nee
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12 LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING EAR CASE. "I followed 'em from tLe restaurant to Wall Street. "Masson bas an office thel'e, as you know. "Well, both of 'em went to the office with me at their heels. "I took good care they didn't see me, or there might be the vel'y mischief to play "When thev got into the office I looketi about to see that the coast was-c l ea r so as I'd have no tl'oub le. "Then I put my eye to the keyho l e and peeked i n "There they wel'e, seated at a table with a bottle of 'fiz' before 'em and a box of cigars. "Well, they drank fil'st, and, lighting their cigal's, they \Jegan to chin. "As I couldn't listen with my eyes, I \Jent down and put my ear to the keyhole, just to !ind out what they were say ing like." "And you beard something important?" "You can \Jet your sweet life, Mr. Murtagh, I did." "Well, wbat did you bear?" "Enough to convince me that two greater rascals never lived than Masson and Darnley. "That Darnley," added tbe boy, "is a caution to snakes. "He's not the man people think him, anyhow." "What do you mean?"-from Murtagh. "People say he's a millionaire, don't they? He's not, nor the first side of a millionaire. "He's worth nothing, and is out for the dust worse than .any swindler you ever knew.I' "What did he say?" "It would be more correct to ask what he did not say "He said everything that's \Jad-among the rest some-thing about a young lady be called M iss Gunnison." 11 Hab !" Murtagh exclaimed. "He menti oned bet name, eh?" You'd better bet be did, sir, and tlie name of Mr. Langley, too. 11 lt appears Miss Gunnison is supposed to be his niece, and she is worth a whole pile of money-so Darnley said about five hundred thousand dollars." "Had Masson anything to say? "Yes, he had more chin than the other, and he wants to get all this boodle by marrying Miss Gunnison, then divy up with the old bloke, Darnley. "Ob, they're two precious hangbirds, they are, and don't you forget it. "They know their little book, if anybody does. '"Well, Mr Langley was to be got out or the way in some manner, as be was courting the girl, too, and neither of 'em liked it, so that the programme is to get rid of him in some way." "And they d i d not mention the manner in which they were to thus rid themselves?" "No, sir, they did not," the boy answered. "But from what I could made out, they won't stop short even at murder. "Rid themselves of him they will, even If they have to take his life. "I sho u ld like to warn that Langley, for he's not a bad sort, and has been very kind to me at various times." "Well what more did you find outP" "Nothing more, Mr. Murtagh." "Did you follow them from the Wall Street office?" "No, I did not, for the reason that they didn't leave there, and as it was getting on to the time to call and keep 111y appointment with you, I concl u ded to cut out and not keep you waiting." "You did well," said the detective. "Now, Tom," added he, "don't forget that twenty-dollar bill. "When you have completed your work that twenty dollars is yours, and five more to the back of it. "Do you understand that, my lad?" "Yes, sir "But what further do you want me to do?" "Go back and keep further \fatch on those men. 11 They are still no doubt In the Wall Street office, and you can wait until they leave and follow them." 11 Very good, Mr. M u rtagh. "Then I am off, sir." Hold on a moment," said the detective 11 This cannot be done without money, as they may leave the city, and that will induce expense. 11 Here is a V for you.11 And Murtagh handed the sharpfeatured lad a crisp five dollar \Jill. "Do you think you can get on with that much?" he asked "Yes, sir; sufficient to meet every want, even though I have to follow them out of the state 11 I suppose I am to see you here again, Mr. Murtagh, but when? 11 To-morrow at ten." "Very good, sir, I shall be here sharp." Tom Doolan now left the office and got into the street. It did not take him but a few miuutes to reach Wall Street. It was now dark. The night was growing cold. But this did not bother the warm-bloode
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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSINGEAR CASE. 13 "I never knew a man to have such a phiz who wasn't a squealer." "No man can help his face,'' growleu Ballingdale, "no more than you can help yours or I mine. "I had a pretty hanusome mug once, and was looked on a, a likely sort o' chap by the )!als. "But then came a stiff half a dozen battles In the ring (and pretty bard ones at that) which knocked all the beau ty out of me. "And they say now as I'm ugly enough to break a glass, if I was ever so vain as LO look at myself in oue, which I'm 11ot foolish enough to Jo. "But can I help my looks? "Not by a darned sight! "Beauty is only skin deep at best. "I once knew a mighty handsome chap-with a face as clear and wholesome as an infant's. "He was proud of it, too. "What was the result? "He went down to New Orleans, and was one o' the almighty mashers in that city, going to splice with a wom an worth a million, too, when on comes Yaller Jack, fol lered close by smallpox, and if you'd see that cove when they'd got through with him, yuu wouldn't give tuppence for him in a hundred years. "He got to be the ugliest-looking cuss you ever sawand what well-nigh uroke him in small pieces was the fact that the rich woman went back on him-wouldn't as much as look at the poor cuss, as he passed by. "What do you gentlemen think of tbat? "It certainly was not his fault; it was fate, vanity, Yul ler Jack and smallpox as did for him." "Ballingdale, you are too long-winded by half,'' ex claimed Darnley. "You must remember we're not here to listen to a lecture on good looks." "No, sir; we're here for a different broke in Masson in a disgruntled tone. "If the man can be trusted, to whom I allude, so much the better. "But with the best inttmtions in the world, he may fail, too, and then whom have we to fall back on?" "Me, of course,'' interjected Bill Ballingdale, "I'm in this affair for money, and I ain't become a new fledged captain of a schooner for nothing. "See here, Masson, if you don't settle the bloke, and the otlier chap fails, too-why, I can arrange the whole proceedin' without a brake. "See the point'" "That's all right,'' said Darnley. "If all else fails, your plan, Ballingdale, is a sure one. "But you must drop the gentleman somewhere on your "Not on an Island, you may be sure," laughed Balliug dale. "I ain't the chap to take such risks. "He shall find a place like mr, late respecteu friend, McGinty, at the bottom of the sea. "You're a nice, cheerful lot of gentlemen, you are," concluded the listening boy. "You mean murder, if anything, and yet I Rhould like to know where this meeting is to take place, as well as a little fuftber about tbose forged letters, anu how they're going to develope. Langley is In for it, a dollar to doughnuts. "Have precious rascals uny more to say, I should like to know? "It seems not! "Tbey haven't half finished their story, it appears to me, and they have left me in doubt about many things I should like to know. "Not another word, eh? "Well, it seems not." Tom, though he waited and listened ten minutes longer, heard nothing further to enlighten him on the subject. He grew tired of waiting at last. Besides, he was aware ti.tat he was running considerable risk in staying in the position In which he was, for if caught by the trio of he would no doubt pay with his life for his sense of duty and obligation to the Irish man. Tom now stole down the passage to the stairway, and a few moments later was in the shadow of the on the opposite side of the street. And here he waited and watched the lighted window of the third story, in which was situated Tom Masson's of fice. He did not know how long the three conspirators would stay in that room. But be was determined to remain at his post, if it took him all night, until they came down into the street. Tom Doolan was not a little mystified at what he had listened to so surreptitiously. He gleaned the fact that murder was intended, and the man who was to be the victim. Bnt as to tbe rest, the whole matter was as a sealed book. Leaving Tom Dolan at his post, we may now follbw Lat ry Murtagh. CHAPTER IX. THE reader will recollect the note which bad been left at the office of the Irishman by Mike Mallon, alias Jimmy the Ped. It called for the detective to meet Malton at tbe Nag's Head, Sixth Avenue, at seven o'clock sharp. Murtagh left his office at half an hour after six. Tbis he considered would give him time to meet tbe crook's appointment, made in the letter. He had had dealings with Jimmy the Ped fot many years, sud he knew well he could rely on what the man said. Mallon had given him valuable information on many oc casions, which served Murtagh in good stead, when it was clear very often that he would have to give up a case for lack of proper clews. Tl.tis man Mallon was simply known at police heuJquar ters as one of the most ingenious pickpockets tbe country had ever seen. He I.tad been arrested on suspicion on numerous occa sions. But tbe authorities never managed to secpre a conviction against him. On one of these occasions Larry Murtagh had saved him from a protracted term of imprisonmeut, anu this act of the Irisllman's Mallon never forgot. Mallon, had he so desired, could have been one of the principal stool pigeons at police headquarters. But, crook as he was, this was not tile' man's character. For a thief, too, he was singularly truthful, and Murtagh always regarded him as a man on whose word he could de pend at any time, At seven o'clock to the minute Larry entered the Nag's Head. This hostelry was by no means a thieves' resort, and though occasionally a sport could l.Je seen within its por tals, and perhaps some well-known crook, it was singular ly free from this class of custom. Besides, it was one of Gotham's old chop houses, cut out after the English pattern, where one could get a first-class meal at a moderate price, and as good a drop of liquor as at any place In New York. When Murtagh got into the Nag's Head, he found Mallon calmly awaiting him. Mike Mallon, or Jimmy the Ped, as he was the more fre quently called, was as queer a little man as you would meet with in a day's walk. In height less than five feet, deeply pitted with pock marks, a queer little face on which not a hair grew, ancl a perfectly bald head, that shone like a billiard ball. He could not have been less than forty years of age, aud might have been nearer fifty. His eyes were widely separated, large, round, and of the deepest l.Jlue. But bis mouth, which was beautifully formed, was his most pleasing feature, and his teeth were as white and even as a woman's. With this description, which we think necessary, we may now proceed. "I got here a few minutes ahead of you," said Mike Mal lon. "Indeed, I was not sure that you would get the note I left for you." Why notP" asked Larry, as he took a seat at a small square table opposite the crook. "Whatever is left for me with Mr. Blanchard, I get it the moment I make my appearance at the office." "I am aware of that. "But I thought you might be out of town, and then, of course, you would not get the note until it would be too late. "However, I am glad you did get it, and that you are here." "You said in your note that your information was im portant?" said Murtagh.

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14 LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING -EAR CASE. Yes, and so it is," replied Mallon. "What is its nature?" "Have a cigar-with me, and I will tell you." The cigars were called for, and the two men, lighting up, Jimmy the Ped went on as follows: "I don't know whether you know a man named Bill Ballingdale?" he began. "No. "What is he?" "A retired prize fighter, but at present a bookmaker who follows the races. "This is the man of whom I am going to speak, prin cipally. "But there are two others,'' continued Mallon, "whom you know?" Murtaith nodded for the crook to go on. "Darnley, the Broadway banker, and a broker named Masson. "These three men are implicated in a plot to do away with a man named Langley, who had been a former part-11er of Masson's." Murtagh listened to the foregoing with no little in terest. He was far from suspecting that this was the kind of in formation Mallon had for him. He was surely now on the eve of hearing something which would greatly simplify the case haude nothing for nothing.' "At this, Ballingdale and the other man-who, by the way, up to this time had not spoken, laughed !Jeart ily. "The third man I discovered presently to be Maeson, the broker and former partner of Mr. Langley. "He put in his oar, too, and had considerable to say about Ballingdale's schooner, and the price that should be paid for hiring it, and about many other things that were more the banker's business than his "But, bless you," proceeded Mallon, it is hard to stop such people's mouths, and when tbey once get going you might as well shut up shop and get out. "Well, it is hardly necessary to detail all their con versa tion. "The substance of it was all about a young woman who

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.LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING EAR CASE. 15 is worth five hundred thousand dollars in her own right, and who is supposed to be a niece of this man Darnley, who has the reputation of being a great millionaire, and who isn't, as I soon found out. "In fact, the supposed great banker is as big a swindler as the person of his choice for the affections and fortune of Miijs Gunnison, Mr. Toni Masson, with whom you are doubtless acquainted." "I have good reasqo to be," Murtagh bitterly Interrupt ed, "seeing that the scoundrel swindled me out of ten thousand dollars, money honestly earned, if ever money was earned "Yes, Mike, I have a little account to settle with that g-eatlemao, and I think I am on tbij high road to pay him off in full. "But proceed, and pardon the interruption." "No interruption at all, Mr. Murtagh," rejoined the Ped. "It is only natural you should give vent to your feelings where such a chap is concerned. "Well, it appears that this precious uncle of Miss Gun nison's is no more a millionaire than I am, but on the con trary, a downright swindler-in league with such men as Masson to get the bettet of any unwary poor devil they may get into their drag-net. Why, would you believe it, sir, the man who has been posing as a multi-millionaire all those yeat s is not worth twenty thousand dollars all told "It is certainly bard to credit," said Larry. "Nevertheless it's a fact," replied Mallon. "During the talk between these three men-none of which was very edifying-Masson said that bis friend Darn ley could not rake up more than twenty thousand dollars to save his soul from perdition, and that if Langley was not got rid of, and the girl's hand and fortune obtained by that irretrievable ruin stared them in the face, and that nothing in the world would keep them out of prison." Masson talked very plain about a matter of that kind," said Murtagh thoughtfully. "Indeed he did, and very impudtntly, too, especially in the presence of such a man as Ballingdale. 'However," continued the Ped, "the facts are tbese: Darnley is little better than a beggar-that is, for a man reputed to be so highly respectable and wealthy-and that Masson is not in a much better position, and that between them they are conspiring to get that girl's fortune of half a million into their hands, and that to accomplish this they must first get rid of her suitor and accepted lover, Langley. "They did not go so far as to say that they meant murdering him. "Their laogul.'e was not quite so plain as that, as it was more or less covert and hidden. "But there was no mistaking the tenor of what was meant, and if they fail in getting rid of Langley in one way, they will succeed in another-through the agency of Bill Ballingdale, who hinted that his schooner was pre pared to take a voyage at any moment, and nothing would please him more than to have Mr. Langley a passengerprovided al ways that the cash was forthcoming for his serv ices. "I would like to bet a dollar to a cent," said Mike, "that if Ballingdale got Mr. Langley into his tend1r r clutches that that would be the last of Mr. Langley." "Did these rascals speak about any letters?" questioned Murtagh, as he recalled MisS' Guooisoo's allusion at the Pinkerton Detective Agency. "Yes, I think, now you mention it, that they did refer to a letter which was to be sent to Langley. "But at they were continuing to dil11te on this and other subjects, my frijlnd Edmund returned from Jersey City, and as the barkeeper came in hunting for me, I concluded it wise to get into the barrnom and tnmsact the little busi ness I had with him. "When tbat was accomplished to my satisfaction, the man Ballingdale and his companions left the office, came to the bar and had just one drink, then went away. ''They had barely left when I followed them out. "But I might as well have searched for a needle in a haystack. "They had disappeared." CHAPTER XI. MURTAGH, when he left Mallon, which be did shortly after the latter's account given in the preceding chapter, did not quite know what he had best do now. He had, earlier in the day (which we have omitted to state to the reader), made certain inquiries in regard to the whereabouts of Mr. Langley. Bnt bis inquiries in this direction were of no avail. The broker could not be found. Nor could his place of residence be even located. He had been living on West Twenty-third street. Bnt for some reason, not given, he had left there about a week, not explaining where be was going. The man must be seen and warned, if possillle. Surely Miss Gunnison would be the best person to call on for this purpose. She, if any one, must know where be was. As there was no time to be lost, Murtagh set out for Mr. Darnley's residence, on Fifth Avenue. This house was in reality not his, but hers, as the Irish man su bsequeotly discovered. So off Murtagh posted to the Fifth Avenue house. It was a brownstone front; one of the old-fashioned style of maosiotJ8, which are fast being superseded by more modern buildings, not alone on Fifth Avenue, but throughout every fashionable part of the city. It did not take Murtagh long to get to the Darnley mansion. But here a disappointment awaited him. Miss Gunnison was from home. Did the servant know where the lady was to be found? No, the servant knew absolutely nothing of her whereabouts, excepting that she had left that morning and had not returned. Tbis settled it. Murtagh bethought him now of another place to in quire. A noted hostelry, of which men in Langley's line were frequent habitwi11. He at once got Into Sixth Avenue and boarded a down town car. This took him as far as the house of entertainment al luded to. Here he found quite a number of Wall Street specn lators, all acquainted with the man whom he was seeking. But not one appeared to be able to tell him where he could find l\ir. Langley. This was disappointment number two. Murtagh resolved not to give up bis search, however. There were other places where brokers dropped in occasionally. Engle's was one-off Broadway-Twenty-ninth Street, we believe. "Well, I guess I'll chance Eogle's," said Murtagh. So back uptown he went, not riding this time, but walk ing. "If it turns out a frost now I'll give it up," thought the Irishman. So leaving Broadway, in he went to Eogle's, one of the most popular beer saloons in New York. This hostelry is frequented by actors, as well as brokers and journalists. Here he at last found a young Wall Street man who was not only intimately acquainted with Langley, but who knew bis present address. "I guess if you hurry up you will find him at Lex ingtoo Avenue. "I saw him last night. "What is his object in not giving his address to others? Ah, you must ask him that yourself, dear boy-not koow can't say. 'But Langley was never much at giving his address to anybody. "Io fact, my friend, Langley is a very reserved man, don't you see, and that, I suppose, accounts for It." ''No doubt at all about it," said Murtagh. And thanking the young man he went off to Lexing ton Avenue. He found the house easy enough, but-another disap pointment-he didn't find the man. "Guess I'll have to give this bunting-up of an elusive individual as a bad job," said Larry; and once more he went back to Eogle's. The same crowd was there as when he bad left-the young Wall Street man with the rest. The latter, as soon as Murtagh entered, saw him and came forward. "Well, what luck?'' said b'e. "No luck at all," replied the Irishman disconsolately. "Well, I'm deuced sorry for that. It's very annoying, to be sure. Could the people in the house give you any informa tion about him?"

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16 LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING -EAR CASE. "None whatever," Murtagh answered. "It .appears that be hasn t been home since morning, when he went downtown to his otllce. "But he hasn t been eveu to bis office, for I had inquir ies made thern myself." "Confounded ill luck!" the young broker exclaimed. "Might I ask if you are after him for anything par ticular? "Has he been up to anythi ng that will land him iu any trouble?" "No; quite the contrary." "I'm deuced glad of that," replied the young man. "But is your business with my friend relating to bonds or anything of that sort?'' "No, it is not. "But it is of so important a character that I must see him for his own good. "It is essential that I shall see him to serve him, and the sooner I see him the better it will be for .himself." "In that case," replied the young man, much relieved to find that his friend had not got into any trouble, "I think I can take you to the very place where he is-that is, where he is to he found." "\Vhere is that?" "Jersey City." "Where there?" "Taylor's Hotel." "And you are sure that be is there?" "Absolutely sure. "I thought you might have found him at -Lexington A venue; and to tell you truth, my dear fellow, I thought Langley had got into some sort of trouble, as you were so persistent in your inquiries, and you know it wouldn't be right, dear boy, to put you on the track till one was sure it was all right. "1 unuerstand all that," interjected Murtagh, "and don't blame you. "If you thought your friend was in trouble it would be your duty to screen and save him. "Are you ready to take the trip to Jersey City?'' "At once, my dear fellow." "And you are sure we'll find Mr. Langley at Taylor's Hotel?" "Not a doubt of it, Mr. Murtagh. "Come, are you ready?" "Yes." "We'll take a cab." "Yes, I think that 'Yill be the best plan." Tbe young broker sent one of Engel's waiters in search of a carriage. The man soon returned with a four-wheeler. The broker instructed the Jehu where to go, and soon the two men were bowling along to one of the Jersey City ferries. Without leaving the vehicle they crossed the ferry. Taylor's Hotel was reached. Murtagh and the broker alighted, and entered the bar. But here was to be another disappointment which outHerodad Herod. Mr. Langley had already left for New York. He was not more than fifteen minutes gone, and the ferryboats which contained the friends must have passed each other in midstream. "Well, of all the abominable luck, tbis is the worst,'' came from the Irishman. Had we been a quarter of an hour sooner we'd have CaU!!'ht him!" Yes, I declare it is very provoking," said Langley's friend. "But we are not going to be beaten in this way, either. "Let's return to New York at once, and if we don't collar him then, I'm a Dutchman!" There was no more to be done and said, so far as Jersey City was concerned, and they once more entered their conveyance and recrossed the ferry to New York. By this time the ni&bt bad grown bitter cold, and every cloud in the sky beto1rnned a storm. The same luck attended Murtagb's efforts in New York once more. He and the broker searched for Langley in vain. CHAPTER XII. WE may now return to the boy, Tom Doolan. It was on the point of striking nine, when Tom saw the light extinguished in the third-story window, of the Wall Street office. "That settles it,'' muttered the lad. "J reckon my watching of that window is done for the night, anu, by jingo, it's about time, for I'm almost froze waiting." Tom soon saw the three men emerge into the street. They stood talking for some moments on the sidewalk. Then Ballinguale took bis departure, and walked quick-ly in the direction of Broadway. Tom dill noL.take as much interest in Ballingdale as in the other two, and these two be was not goiug to miss, if he could help it. "I hope tbey don't separate, and iro different ways," he said to himself, for, if they do, it will be impossible for me to follow both." To the boy's disgust that was ; 1st the very thing they did. They waited till Ballinirdale bad vanished in the gloom then, with a few whispereu woth, I'll just keep tabs on that rascally banker,'' Tom muttered, "and if he gives me the slip, I'm a fool and a hunkheau that's all." Masson, instead of keepinl{ on up Wall Street to Broadway, turned down Nassau Street. Until Masson bnd turned the corner, Darnley stood as still as a statue. The moment he vanished, however, the banker passed down Wall Street, as if he were going to the ferry. "Hum," thought the lad, "that chap is bound for Brooklyn, sure, and I'll keep track of hi111 till I land him. "I fancy Mr. Murtagh Is more interested in the banker than he would he in the other two. "However, l'll chance 'it and light out after him. "By gum! how precious cold it's got to he! "But I'll soon heat up on the ferryboat." But Tom discovered presently that he had maue somewhat of a mistake in his calculations. Instead of Darnley going to the ferry as he imagined, the banker turned down William Street. "Bound for some 1 drinking place, \JO doubt,'' reflected the boy disappointedly. "But wherever he goes, l'm bound not to lose sight of him-if he went to--Well, l'll not say where, as that would not be nice for a Sunday school scholar like me." Tom at once turned the corner into William Street. The banker did not go far along William Street, when he stopped and looked about him. Did he suspect he was being followedP This Tom was not so sure of. Darnley was acting strangely, no doubt But before the man could look back "rom was bidden away in the deep shadows of some tall buildings, and there he waited for the banker to go on again. He had not more than a minute or so to wait, when Darnley turned on his bee! and continued his way, which, as it happened, was no farther than Schultzenland' s restaurant. ''As I thought,'' Tom muttereu. "The old duffer is on for more \Jooze. "Well, good luck to him; it may give me a chance t<> warm up a little." Meanwhile, the banker had passed into the saloon, and the boy hastened up to one of the windows and looked in. He now saw that Darnley had another object in his mindi than "booze,'' as he termed it, in .going into the saloon. It was doulttless to meet an appointme11t, for the banke1 had gone up at once to one of the tables where sat a slight, sinister-looking man, with a face which was entirely colorless. Tom thep recalled to mind what be had heard outside o( Tom Masson's office door while listening at the l;eyhole. "I am glad now I didn't follow Masson," he reflected. "The man with the dead face is much more interesting than the ex-bucket-shop keeper. ,; I will keep that gentleman and Darnley in sight, and it may give a clew to what llfr. Murtagh wants to find out. is the fellow who forged those letters that I'd Jike to know more about, and, no doubt, so would the detect ive. Mr. Darnley had already sat down at the ta\Jle with the siniste1-visaged stranger, and for some time they conversed in low tones-little above a whisper, Tom thought, as. he watched them intently-and, no doubt, the \Joy was right in this supposition, though he could not possibly have heard them from where he was had they spoken in & more than usually loud tone, Now, Tom would fain have gone into Scbultzenland's, as

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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING EAR CASE. 17 be was almost blue with the cold, had he not a keen sens of the duty with which he bad been in trusted by Murtairb' By entering the he would have destroyed his chances of following the two men up, aud this would have ended his usefulness for that night, at least. No, it was far better to suffer the hardship to which he was, and had been, exposed, than to run any such l'isk. He would wait outside till men bad left the drinking plac e and follow them. They would surely not wait very long there, not more than half an hour at. tbe mo s t, and if he could stand ex posed three hours to the cohl of this wintery night, he could stand the other half without a mul'mur. Then there was a twenty-dollar bill in the balance. Aud that was worth putting up with some discomfort to e arn While Tom was reflecting thus, tbe two men arose from 'the table and left tbe saloon The boy got into a doorway in time to escape being ob served. Tile men, instead of going along William Street, turned into Maiden Lane. Tom followed as usual, keetJing well in the shadow of the buildings. Darnley and his companion crossed Nassau Street, still keeping up Maiden Lane into Broadway. "I see they are going to give me n run for my money,'' thought Tom. "It's likely they' ll take the Broadway cars and go uptown. "Well, if tilat's their scheme it shall be mine too. " Wl!ere they go I go likewise. "But it's getting colder than ever," the lad muttered, as be glanced up at tile dun-colored sky. "It's cold enough for snow,'' added the lad, "and if there ain't a big fall before morning, I'm no weather I Darnley and the sinister-face d man, instead of taking a Broadway car for the uptown district, hailed a passing hack. Now for the first time Tom was at his wits' ends and in a genuine quandary, as be saw the two men spring into the conveyance. The question which now arose in his mind was,. bow was be to follow them? And while he was thus debating with himself, the sharp crack of the driver's whip smote. the frosty air, and the car riage rolled up Broadway. But Tom Doolan was not to be left in this way, either. "I'll go with them, if it costs me a leg," the lad mut tered through his set teeth, and away he ran, after the vehicle at the top of his speed. He succeeded in overtaking the carriage before jt reached Fulton Street, and with a lithe spring h e swung himself on behind. It was not the first time Tom Doolan bad taken a surrep titious ride in this way, and he had no trouble in settling himself comfortably for a journe y uptown. Had the Jehu even seen him, it is not likely that he would have dislodged Tom from his precarious seat-and, though he barl, the plucky lad would have been back again the moment the driver had turned his head. In such a manner block after bloclr was passed, until the vehicle had reached Twenty-third Stre et. Then the carriage turned iuto Fifth Avenue. Tom heard one of tile great city clocks strike ten, and, though half frozen with the chilliness of the nigbt, be held on bravely. "The banker is driving to his house on Fifth Avenue," thought the boy But in this conjecture be was mistaken, as he presently discovered. The vehicle was driven some distance up Fifth Avenue, wl:ien made a sudden detour to the right, and a little later emerged into Madison Avenue. AJ?other mile passed, Tom clinging to bis precarious seat lik e grim death, when the conveyance stopped sud denly It had entered one of the fasbionable squares of New York. "I bad better get off here," thought the lad, and he did so. He had no sooner got into the shadows of one of the brownstone fronts, when the Jehu sprang from his seat and opened the carriage door. Next moment the two men had alighted. Then the banker settled with the driver, and the vehicle drove oft' "Reckon that ends the chase," Tom reflected grimly; "and I am not sorry for it, for, by jingo, I couldn't have held on five minutes longer. "If I had I'd have been frozen stiff." Indeed, the brave lad as it was was trembling like an as pen leaf. CHAPTER XIII . THE reader will recall the fact that we described this square in the initial chapter of the present narrative. The reader will also recall the solitary street-lamp which we alluded to on the Sllme occasion, and which witnessed the unexpecterl tragedy in the snowstorm. When the carriage in which Darnley and his companion had come had been driven away, the two men stood for some time under this very street-lamp. They were conversing very earnestly, not a word of which Tom could hear from his post of observation, and the boy would have given a good deal just then to learn what was being said. But th is was out of the question, and as he did not care to court discovery at this stage, he remained quietly where he was till the men passed on. "I should like to know where they are going now," Tom muttered, as be stole out trom the shadow of the brownstone front. The banker and his companion did not go far, however. They stopped suddenly and looked back. But the boy was expecting some such move, and got int<> cover as before Just in time, indeed, to escape being seen. "Confound them why don't they go on,'' said Tom. The words bad scarcely left bis lips, when both me& mounted the stoop of a brownstone front. Tom saw the siilister-faced man bend over and a moment later the door of the house was opened and Darnley aud his companion passed In. Then the door was sent to with a bang. Tom now crossed the street, and in the shadow of some leafless trees glanced curiously up at the house. All was darkness and silence. The square, even at this hour, was ghostlike, which struck the half-frozen lad with the drear feeling of a grave yard. Whichever way he looked he could not detect one soli tary evidence of life-not even a light, save the feeble glare of the street-lamp to his left and on the opposite side of the way. Tom saw that the house into which the two men bad passed was one of the tallest in the He counted the stories. There were five. All the rest in the square were three and four. This fashionable square was very well known to Tom Doolan He had often passed through it in daylight when on his way downtown, And it had impressed him as being one of the most beautiful in the city, especially in the summertime, when the park was in full bloom, and the fragrance of flowers and plants had such a delicious impression on his youthful fancy. The reader must not think for an instant. that young Doo lan was an ordinary street Arab, On the contrary, he had been brought up well, and had received ao excellent education; that was before his par ents bad died. They were well-to-do Harlem people, and from his mother Tom bad inherited poetical tastes, which had ma
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18 LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSINGEAR CASE. That he was excited over some object was evident, for he was geRticulating with both hands, and apparently talk ing rapidly. Several times be pointed in the direction of the solitary street-lamp, as if to impress something on the sinister faced man's mind The latter seemed listening quietly. This was what struck Tom, for he couldn't see the fel low even move his lips. And thus both men remained at the window for some time, the banker plainly impressing some important particular on bis com pan ion. Then they disappeared from the window, and Tom saw no more of them. While the boy still waited the reappearance of the two men he was watching, a sound from the dil'ection of the street-lamp attracted bis attention. A look in that direction brought a startled exclamation from bis lips. He saw that a man stood under the street-lamp, .and that be was gazing curiously about the square, and occasionally glancing at a notebook which be held in his band. Though this man was muffled almost to the eyes, there was somethir.g familiar in his appearance that imputed to the boy that h e had seen him before. For some time Tom watched him with the greatest interest and intensity. Even the third-story window of the brownstone front was forgotten. Where had he seen him? Who was be? What had brought him there at that hour? Why was he so often referring to the notebook? His actions looked to Tom for a moment like those of a unatic, for the man was gesticulating in a wild, strange manner, which could not nelp but arrest any one's attention The boy still continued watching the man, and wondering who he was, and why his appearance was so strangely familiar. And while be stood lookiug a sudden gust of wind blew the man's bat off. This hat was a soft felt, with a broad brim, such as are often seen in Western states. The man, making a dart to recover his bat, dropped bis notebook. Then Tom saw bis face for the first time. He had seeu the man In llarry Murtagb's office on many occasions, and he knew at once it was the Irish detective's partner, Tom Blanchard. No sooner bad Doolan made this discovery than his heart beat wildly, for now he at least had some one to help him so far as the banker and sinister-faced man were con cerned. Without a moment's hesitation Doolan ran over to the detective and accosted him. Blanchard appeared as surprised to see the boy as the latter was surprised to see him. "Hello, what brings you he re?" he asked. "I was going to ask you the same question," replied Tom. "For I never expected to see you here; and really to see you gesticulating l took you at first for a man who bad just escaped from some lunatic asylum. "But the moment your bat blew off I recognized you, and mighty glad I am of it, I can you." Then the lad briefly explained why he was there, and the man be had follo,ved at Mr. Murtagh's orders. "Now the question," continued Doolan, "is, where are w e to find Mr. Murtagh. "Darnley and the other fellow-his name I don't know -are in that brownstone front yonder "-indicating the house-" and it Mr. Murtagh was here I'd know what to do further in the matter. "As it is I'm just puzzled bow to act." "Do you mean to say that you rode all the way uptown such a night as this at the back of a four wheeler?" ques tioned Blanchard surprised. "That's what I did," replied the lad, "and I had been on the watch on Wall Street three hours before that, and in the cold the whole time." "By Jove, you're a wonder!" exclaimed Blanchard. "I didn't imagine there was a boy in this country who'd have done that. "You must be perished with the cold, my brave boy?" "Well, I was half frozen, and that's a fact,'' Torn an swered. "If that carriage had gone much farther I'd have dropped sure. ....... "But then," added he cheerfully, "I'm used to being out in all sorts of weather, and _don't mind a little bard ship and starrntion occasionally. "Besides, you see, Mr. Murtagh bas promised me twenty dollars, if l do my work well and faithfully." "You're a queer boy," said Blanchard, musingly. "You've a very old head on a young pail" of shoulders. You'll make your mark some day,'' added he. a Why do you think. so?" Tom was plain!y pleased at this view of his character. "Why? Because I never heard a boy of your years speak as you do. "You might have passeu through college, and not speak half as we![" "Thank you for that, Mr. Blanchard," gratefully from Doolan. "And one day you may have cause to remember your words to a poor, struggling boy, who, if be has nothing else, bas a keen sense of duty. "But, Mr. Blanchard, please tell me what am I to do next? "If necessary, I'll remain here all night, and watch the house." CHAPTER XIV. ToM BLANCHARD looked at Doolan for a moment with-out answering. The boy's grit was a revelation to him. "Why, my boy, you'd freeze," he at last observed. "No one can admire your sense of duty more than I do. But to have you stay here any longer would be out of the question-entirely so "'Veil, what am I to do?" "Go home, and I, myself, will attend to the matter. I regret to say, however, that I have no acquo.intance with this case, outside of what you yourself have told me. "l think our best plan would be to go and bunt up Mr. Murtagh, and bring him here at once." "But I was told not to lose sight of the banker," tbe boy objected, "and I'm afraid if l leave here be will cut out with the other fellow." "Even if they do you can't run the risk of freezing to death," said Blanchard. "And don't you see, my lad, that a storm is coming up?" And Blanchard glanced up at the now threatening heav ens, as a few fugitive flakes of snow fell. "Yes, I was aware that we were going to have a snowstorm for the last hour or more," replied the boy. "But a snowstorm ain't as bad as being frozen with cold." "That perhaps is true, my lad," Torn Blanchard an swered, smiling. "I really don't know what to make of you, to tell the honest truth-for a lad of tender years you are the wonder of this nineteenth century." "You haven't picked up your notebook, Mr. Blanch ard," said the sharp-featured lad, as he called the attention of the detective to the memorandum book which lay near Blanchard laughed, and stooping down picked his notebook from the ground. "I think you remarked that I acted like an escaped lunatic a short while ago,'' he observed. "Well, to any stranger I might have appeared such. "But do you know, my boy, there was a deep problem to be worked out, and in this very square? "This was one reason l was acting so strangely. "But, Tom, I must ask you to do me a favor." "Are you really serious, Mr. Blanchard, asking a poor lad like me to do you a--" "A favor, Torn," interrupted Blanchard, with deep ear nestness, "and a very simple one. "It is this: "Never allude to my peculiar actions of to-night-not even to Mr. Murtagh. "Some day I may explain, and then you will not be so much astonished. "You understand me?" Certainly, sir. "But believe me, Mr. Blanchard, I would never allude to it under any circumstances. "In the first place, I would not have the least desire to do so-and, in the second, it would be entirely out of place for a boy to-" That will do, Tom. "I we understand each other?" said Blanchard. ... __

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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING-EAR CASE 19 "Yes, Mr. Blanchard-perfectly." "Very well, then," pursued tbe detective, "I think I see a way out of tbe difficulty that is bothering us just now. Remain here while I go and have a look at that house. 1 won t be gone more than a couple of minutes, when I'll decide wbat to do." "All right, sir I'll go over near the park railings and wait.11 "That will do first-class, my lad. "And now I am off Tbe two then separated. Tom Doolan stole cautiously over to the park railing, taking care not to come within scope of the lighted win d ow. Blanchard acted with similar caution in getting to bis p oint of vantage. Tbe detective looked up at the room in which the two conspirators were, for some time. And while he was thus gazing the man with the color l e ss yet sinister face, approached the window and looked out. Suddenly turning, the man's face was in the full glare of the light, and Blanchard, recognizing it, gave vent to a subdued cry. The Asiatic, by all that's wicked I Tom Blanchard mentally exclaimed. "I thought he was dead-had died in Si11g Sing four y e ars ago! "What can Darnley have in common with such a man?" As Blanchard spoke, the banker, too appeared at the window, and glued his face against the half frozen panes o f glass The detective thought for a moment he was seen. The banker looked with such intensity in his direction. But this was only fancy on Blanchard's part. Darnley bad not seen him, and had not dreamed of looking in his direction. His eyes, in point of fact, had been directed skyward. Both he and Asiatic (as Blanchard bad called the sinister faced man) were watching for evidence of the approaching snowstorm, the harbingers of which, in the shape of big f e athery tlakes, were descending lazily from the overcast sky. Tbe two men did not remain at the window more than a minute when they disappeared. Tom Blanchard, satisfied that they had not seen bim, and convinced in bis own mind that they were engaged in some wicked plot, left the shadows of tbe trees and got back to Doolan. "I have just seen a man whom I thought dead," he ob served to the boy; "one of the greatest forgers the world has ever seen. "Had Mr. Murtagh been here he would have recognized him in a moment. "They call the man the' Asiatic,' for what reason I know not, but he is one of the most dangerous men to be at large this country has yet seen. "Come, we must find, Murtagh. "We can do no more here and without Murtagh's coun sel nothing whatever can be done." It was fully eleven o'clock when Blanchard and Doolan l e ft the square. Tbe snowstorm had already set in, and the night bad moderated its intense chilliness. "Do you know where to find Mr. Murtagh?" the boy asked. ' Yes. But first I must see that you have something to eat," replied tbe detective. He could see that Tom was shivering with the cold, and that he looked half starved. And it went against the kind-hearted detective' s heart to see such a hov suffer. So the detective Jed the boy to Sixth Avenue. Tbe first restaurant they came to they entered. Blanchard ordered a substantial meal for Tom, and satis tied himself with a hottle of G11innes' stout and a cigar. Why don't you yourself eat, sir?" asked Tom, not rel ishing tbe fact, perhaps, of eating alone. "Because, my lad, I've already eaten," Blanchard re plied. "Now, I want you to put away that juicy porterhouse and those excellent baked potatoes, and, bear in mind, not a word until you have the pangs of hunger. "You lqok, boy, as if you hadn't eaten in a week. "Now go ahead, and mind, you're not to talk. "Eat first, talk afterward, is my motto." Tom Doolan, who had barely broken his fast that day, ate ravenously. The steak and potatoes went down with great gusto. This was followed by two big cups of excellent coffee. "How do you feel now?" asked Mr Blanchard when all this was disposed of. Never felt better in my life-thanks to you, sir," re plied the sharp-featured boy, with gratitude sparkling in his eyes. "I feel now as if I could tackle twenty thousand storms." Tbe porterhouse has made your Imagination very strong, Tom," said Blanchard, laughing. 11 You mean my exaggeration, Mr. Blanchard," replied Tom wittily. 11 Yes, twenty thousand storms is good. "But you arii warm and comfortable, are you not?" "Bully, sir, bully "Well, now, as you feel so well, we'll go in search of Mr. Murtagh." "I hope we'll find him, sir." 11 No fear of that. We'll find him all right enough," rejoined the detective. Blanchard, arising from the table, looked at bis watch. It was already a quarter of twelve. Tbe detective settled his bill, and they left the restau rant. There was a car passing down Sixth Avenue, ant\ they sprang on and went inside, as it was now snowing at a great rate. At Thirty-sixth Street the car stopped, and the very young broker, who had gone over to Jersey City with Mur tagh, got on. Catching sight of Tom Blanchard, whom he knew, he went forward. "Out rather late to-night, Mr. Blanchard? said he cheerily. "Yes, Mr. Jarvis" "Are you looking for any one in particular?" "Yes, I am "I am looking for my partner, in fact," replied Tom. Thought as much. "I left bim about twenty minutes ago "Where-at the Hoffman?" inquired the detective, who had now arisen to leave tbe car, to board a Broadway line. "No-Eagle's." "Thank you very much," said Tom. "I am glad you told me this, for I \TaS going down to the Hoffman to hunt him up. "Are you going to Eagle's?" "No, sfr; my way is down Sixth Avenue. "I've been on the hunt for a friend all night, and I be lieve, as every other place has been searched in vain, 1 shall find him at my friend Dr. Rogers', on State Street." "H'm! "Wbo is the gentleman?" asked Tom. "My friend Langley." "Langley!" 1 The name was uttered involuntarily by Doolan. "Yes, myyounggentleman! And whatdoyouknowof Langley?"-from the young broker, with a supercilious stare. 11 I know one thing, sir," answered Tom Doolan, quiet ly, "that your friend, Mr. Langley, is running a risk of losing his life, and that the only gentleman wbo can save him is Mr. Laurence Murtagh." Jarvis turned as white as ashes. Hab, then," said he, that is the reason Mr. Murtagh is so anxious to find him. Here we are at the junction; I am going to get off and go to Eagle's. 11 I am bound, now, to get all the particulars from Mur tagh, for I see my friend's life is indeed in jeopardy." As the junction at Thirty-third Street was reached the car stopped, and the detective, Jarvis and Doolan got off. "It's no use waiting for a car. Let us walk," said the broker. When they got to Engle's they were enveloped in a thick coating of snow. They had no sooner entered the saloon than Blanchard caught sight of Murtagh in earnest conversation with Mike Mallon, alias Jimmy the Ped. They were seated at one of the little tables reserved for customers; and from the deep glow on the Irishman's face, it was plain that tbe crook was the purveyor of some valu able information. CHAPTER XV LET us retrace our steps to tbe square to which we have already alluded.

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---., 20 LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING -EAR CASE. The scene is the. third-story room of the brownstone front, from which the only li!!"bt -if we except that of the street lamp-shone out on the de8olate and dreary night already described by us. It was little wonder that this house was so dreary anu deserted looking. It was unoccupied, and bnd been for over a year, and saving the one room it was totally unfurnished", from base ment to attic. This room looked out on the little park, lnclosed by its iron railings, which we have likewise described in our opening chapter. Let UR enter the room. The furnishings are elaborate, but it is unnecessary to allude to them further, except to say that the apart ment was brilliantly lighted, and that a glowing coal fire burned in a steel grate, which made the ,room this bitter nil!"ht warm and cozy. The drainatif> p e r s ona! we are already on familiar terms with. Namely, Darnley, the banker, and tf:ie s inister-faced man called by Blanchard the "Asiatic." While Tom Doolan was watching outsipe, we may de scribe what was taking place in this third-story apartmeut of the unoccupied house. A Rquare mahogany table drawn near the fire was littered with bottles, glasses and cigars. It was apparent some one was fond of the "creature comforts" in that third-story apartment. And this person, llO doubt was the "Asiatic" referred to by the detective, when he caught a glimpse of his face peering out Into the night-a man whom he thought had died in Sing Sing years before. But dismissing the partiality for drink on the part of the colorless and sinister-faced man, we will listen to what Darnley has to say, for he opens the colloquy which occurs between them. Darnley had just returned from the window. He had been regarding the heavens gloomily, and was doubtless dissatisfied with the indications betrayed there. "There is a change in the weather which I do not like," he began. "It may prevent Langl ey from responding to the forged letter which you penned, as I am aware of one weakness to which that gentleman is subject-his dread of exposing himself to storms. "Is it not stranl!'e, a man who may be brave in every other respect, should be timid where a storm is con cerned?" "Not strange, either," responded the other, reflect ively. "I've read of the bravest and ablest men the world has ever seP.n, who have been affected by less-from Peter the Great, down. "I have known a roach-a common croton bug-to unnerve one of the most daring fellows I ever met-who, in other respects, feared neither God nor devil. "But you may be sure of one thinl!'," pursued the sinister-faced man, "and I speak advisedly; if any person will avoid this meeting, it is Tom Masson." "You don't know Masson a little bit," the banker Inter rupted, impatiently. "There, Mr. Darnley, I and you beg to disagree. I do know him, and I fancy he knows me. "But we haven't been intimate for many years. He would sooner handle a cobra or a rattlesnake than touch me. "I tell you, Darnley, the man doeen't like me, and, for that matter, there is as little love lost on my side. "However, it is not. my purpose to enter into particulars as to that; and it is less your interest to bear anything against your friend. "Besides, like Ballingdale, I'm in this scheme for what money it will bring. I am tired of the criminal life I once led, and would prefer making a haul and retiring. "If I had the money, I'd leave this country quicklytrust me for that. It's no use denying it, it's the coin I'm after, nothing else." "It's none of my business how Langley is put out of the way. "I have no objection to his living, and it's not through enmity l al!"ree to acting this part. "No, sir"-with emphasis-" and of that you may rest assured! "Masson can live, too, so far as I am concerned; I'm perfectly impenious to any Ill will against the man. "But take my word, if the matter is left to him, Langley may cheat us all, and live to a ripe old age, and marry and settle down with Miss Gunnison and her five hundred thousand dollars, and whatever more she may have. "lt has always been a matter of surprise to me that such a bright, clever woman cduld be so humbugged by her deai old uncle, the multi-millionaire whose name is spelled D-a-r-n-1-e-y !" This covert sneer was uot relished by the banker, who replied: "Come, 'Asiatic,' don't you think you are going too far? "Do you imagine for a moment that it is to your interest to quarrel with me-the very man whom you must acknowledge has alwnys put fortune in your way? ' "And throul!"h whose engineering I was sent to Sing Sin!!'," bitterly reproached the other. "Now, there you re wrong. "I won't have you say that, for It's not true "-fro m the banker, indignantly. "Well, have it as you will, I say nothing further; I hav e done." "Then be done "-decisively. "Neither you nor myself came here to quarrel, I hope and trust. "This affair, if successful, is thirty thousand dollars in yom po cket. "Do you know what such a sum means? "It means a life of ease and luxury on the other side, in the great metropolis of the world, of which you are so fond, the Mecca and paradise of your imaginings and long ings-London. "If you should prefer Paris, howe\ er, then Paris let it be. "Accomplish this task, even in the event of Masson s failure, and you leave New York with n small fortune. "B11t what if Miss Gunnison should oppose your wish e s !" demanded the other, with a sneer. "Then I have another way-taking the matter In my own hands and disposing of her as Masson and you will di s -pose of / "How is it you don't take Ballingdale into account?" the other asked. "In the event of both of your failures, Ballingdale, of course, comes In. "But there will be no failure in this case, you can rest assured. "Should Langley escape t o -night, we can as effectually set.tie him some other time. "But to-night, if possible, the deed must be done. "Now, let there be no more criminations or recrirnina tions "You want money, I want money, and Masson and Ball ingdnle want inoney." .. Yes, that is true "-musingly from the Asiatic, as he rose from bis chair and approached the single window of the room. '"The storm is on in full Darnley," said he, coming back. "It'll be a blizzard. "I trust they'll both come and not disappoint. What o'clock is it?" The banker looked at bis watch. "Nearly midnight," he replied. "But, stop! my watch is wrong, too; It is within halt an hour of twelve. "I forgot I put my time forward a little. "Will you require my presence any further tonight?" "What can you do?" came from the sinister-faced man, indifferently. 1 "Nothing much," replied Darnley. "Then I will not require you. "I fancy I've the programme arranged In my head; and as the saying is, too many cooks spoil the broth, it ls equally applicable that too many workmen bungle a safe and surn job. "No, Darnley; I've undertaken this myself, and shall not need your services. "Go! I assure you, you would only be In the way. "Further, your nntural timidity-cowardice, I should call it-would ruin the subtlest schemes that ever emanated from the brain of man "You're merry in your compliments, my friend," said the banker, frowning. "Merry or no, it's the truth "-bluntly. "Corne, I will see you to the door." And be did.

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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING -EAR CASE. 21 CHAPTER XVI. ABOUT half an holll' or so before Blanchard, the broker and the boy entered E11gle"s, Larry Murtagh was accosted in the street by a woman who called herself Madge Mallon, aud introduced herself as the wife of the crook of that name. The Irishman had grown sick and tired of hunting for Langley, the broker. After returning from Jersey City with Jarvis, both men had visited various resorts, which the broker's friend had averred that Langley was in the habit of frequenting. "'Havin!!'. left Jersey City, he mu&t now be in New York," said the young man confidently, "and I know a rou11ti dozen places which he frequents. ''You are aware of one affair, l suppose?" "What is that?" Murtagh asked. "That my friend bas one weakness." Murtagh laughed. It sounded funny to speak of a man having "a weakness." "I guess we're pretty much all in the same boat," he.re torted dryly. "But this is a particular weakness," averred Jarvis, seriously. "You don't mean his weakness of being in love with Miss Gunnison?" said Murtagh. "Certainly not. "But who told you about that?" "l thought it was common property. "And isn't it?" Well, 1 guess not. "I think I said once before to-night that my friend Lang-ley is one of the most reserved of men?" "Yes, those were your words as I recall them. "But as to who told me, that is a different matter. "It's sufficient that I have heard it, andtbat it is nosecret." Well, I thought it was. "But that is not the particular weakness I allude to." "No? "What then?" "Lan11:ley is a gambler!" This was no news to Murtagh. "I think you brokers are pretty much alike In that re spect," he rejoined. "Still you misunderstand me," averred Jarvis. "You are not theonly person I've misunderstood in my time," the Irishman returned. see, l have put myself up as a physiognomist, and have so often been deceived in my diagnosis of cbaractP.r that I now tbink physiognomy a fraud, pure and simple." Now the Irishman believed nothing of the sort. On the contrary, be had as firm a belief iu Lavater's doc trine as be bad ever had. But he was inclined to be captious, and considering bis ill luck tbat day be might well be forgiveu for anythiug be mi)!bt have said. "Apart from physiognomy, which I believe In no more than yourself," went on the young man, siding with the detective's humor, "l did not allude to the gambling in stocks, but another sort of gambling, with which you, Mr. Murtagh, are as familiar as any man in the city." "If you allude to faro bank or any of tbe other games, you are mistaken," replied the detective. "And to further enlighten you," added he, "I cannot play the simplest game of cards. ln fact, my dear boy, I couldn't tell one card from an other. "So you see how far you are out in your conjecture. But apart from all this, I am sorry that Mr. Langley should waste bis time at such work." "Are you really serious?" demanded the young man. "Serious? 1 was never more so in my life. "I regard this weakness in young men as so many in centives to crime. "For iustance, the respectable and growing young man -1 mean the one wbo hns a bright business career before him-who has lofty ambitions to succeed in life and to !!row up honest and honorable, is often led a way by the glamour of tbe gam bliag table. "And this is his first downward step, taken from the path or rectitude by some wild, dissolute companion, till bis career ends in fliirht for some peculation, but still oftener ends his usefulness within the four walls of a prison. "Am I not right?" ended Murtairh, with feeling. The young broker regarde!i the Irishman curiously. It never occurred to him that a detective could be so straight-laced or have such peculiar ideas of right and wrong. But nevertheless, Murtngh's words, uttered as they were, greatly increased his respect for the man. "You have given me a lesson, Mr. Murtagh," said Jarvis, "which I shall uever forget. "You hnve the right ideas of life. "Your words have been as valuable as a hundred ser. mons. "In of fact I never thought you detectives were--" What?" the Irishman interrupted gravely. "So moral, so straight-laced, so really Christian-like." "I have spoken from experience,'' said the detective. ''.! have seen too many of the evil results of this gambling spirit, in ruined reputations, homes and death, to re11:ard it lightly without uttering words condemniag it in the full force of my consciousuess of what is right and proper. And now, if you please, we shall go In further search of your friend, aud if It is possible to find him in any of those places you mention find him we shall." "Very well, Mr. Murtagh; 1 shall act as your guide." About ten or twelve places were visited-among the rest gambling resorts-but no Mr. Langley could be found. At last, disgusted and disgruntled at tl1eir want of suc cess, the two gentlemen separated. And at this point we come to Mrs. Mallon, Mike Mallon's wife. Larry Murtagh was sauntering along Broadway, cogi tating on his want of success, and reflecting on what he bad hest do next, when this woman accosted him. "Mr. Murtagh," said she, the detective, "may I have a word with you?" The Irishman looked at her for a moment as if trying to place her. In this be failed, however. He bad never met her before. She was unknown to him in fact. "Well, madam, what can I do for you1" hes I brusquely. "My bus band desires to see you,'' replied tue woman. "Your husband! "Do I know him, madam?" The detective looked hard at her. "Well, you ought to,'' returned tbe woman, nettled at the manner of his treatment. He bas done many a service for you. "His uame is Mallon, Mike Mallon, and be has been searching high anti low for you. "It is for your benefit not his," she added, tartly. "Ob, I beg your pardon, Mrs. Mallon," instantly apol ogized Mlll'tagb. I meant no offense, I assure you, and how could I know you, my dear madam, when, to my knowledge, I never saw you before?" This at once mollified the woman. She was now as ready in her apologies as the Irishman himself. To be brief, the final outcome of this interview was that Murtagh appointed to meet Mallon at Engle's on Twe nty nintb Street. "Tell Mr. Mall an, please, I shall wait for him there!" he said. This was how the second interview was brought about that night, between Jimmy the Ped and the Irish detective. After Mrs. Mallou left him, Murta11:h went back to Engel's, and, taking a seat at one of the tables, waited with some Impatience for her husband. In the meantime the storm had come on as we have said, and by the time Mallon arrived the clouds or crystal ma&ses were coming down in pretty lively fashion. CHAPTER XVII. WHEN the "Asiatic" had seen Darnley into the street, he once more returned to the apartment on the third story of the brownstone front, to which we have already so fre alluded. It was evident now that the man was unneryed. While the banker was present be had concealed his real feelings, and he bad assumed an air of bravado which was far fro1n being natural. This man had a wonderful control over himself. So long as there was anybody present be neither showed fear nor dread of consequences. But, alone, nil this was changed.

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22 LARRY MURTAGH'S ;\-IlSSING -EAR CASE. As be returned to the room bis colorless face was still more colorless. His agitation was shown in every feature. His band twitched and trembled as though with ague. "Cursed, terrifying nervousness I" he exclaimed hoarsely. I accuse Darnley of cowardliness I 1 Who now is the coward? "I am trembling like a child, or some feeble old woman! "Good God! is this a premonition of failure? or of my being sent back again to that cursed prison, where I endured ten thousand deaths during the few years I spent there? "Pshaw! my nerves are all unstrung. I have been drinking too much of late. "That's the whole trouble. ".A.Pother glass or two will brace me up." There stood a bottle of brandy on the table. This had not yet been opened. The "Asiatic" uncorked the bottle, and, taking up a tumbler, nearly filled it with the liquor. "Ah!" said be, holding it up to the light. "There ls nothing like this tipple to steady a man's nerves. "What a glorious drink! though it sends the blood like molten lead through one's veins and makes a fiend of me. "Well what matters? Herels to that thirty thousand dollars which will send me out of the country!" With a single gulp the sinister-faced man tossed off the contents of the {!lass. The liquor bad a wonderful effect on him. His eyes blazed now like living coals. The bands no longer trembled and twitched. But not content with one drink, he tossed off another and another. Now," said he, "I feel as if I could annihilate a whole city-ay, a hundred cities. "Let them come; I am prepared; my nerves are steel!" And indeed it seemed as though they were. The liquor had wrought a most extraordinary change in the Asiatic. It seemed as though there was a brightness in bis eye and a color in bis face which were never there before We have described in the initial chapter of this story the face which might have been continuously seen at the win dow, peering into the storm-tossed night, as though expecting the arrival of some one. Many times had this man gone to the window and looked out on the square. This restlessness was due to the man's nervous action, as well as to his impatience. "Yes,'' he said, as be returned from making his last observation of the dreary space beyond, "the snow storm has set in in earnest-now all that is wanted is the victim. I am glad this part of the programme is unknown to Masson. "Darnley is no fool-though a much more subtle scoundrel than his friend, Tom." It would appear from what the Asiatic bad said, that Tom Masson was unacquainted with this part of the plot. His action in our opening chapter proved that beyond doubt. But 11 the broker was ignorant of what was to occur from the unoccupied house, it was not so with Bill Bal lingdale. The ex-pugilist bad already been mad1:1 acquainted with the matter. But not by the banker. Unknown to both the banker and Masson, the "Asiatic" had been the friend of Ballingdale for many years, and thus it came about that be was let into the fact of what was to be enacted from the unoccupied house that night. This was cine reason the sinister-faced man was so anxious to get ri1 of Darnley. Having succeeded in getting rid of the banker, the "Asiatic" was prepared to receive bis friend, Ballingdale. The man looked at his watch after his second or third visit to the window. It wanted a quarter of twelve o'clock. "This is abo u t Elli's time to be here,'' he muttered. "He said a quarter of twelve, and made it imperative that nobody else should be in the secret. "I promised, as my friend is a man on whom one can rely. "Ha! there be is now." This exclamation was caused by a shrill whistle from the square. To make certain, however, that bis man had arrived, the "Asiatic" approached the window once more and looked out. About twelve or fourteen feet from the sidewalk a strong, athletic-looking man was gesticulating with his bands, as if to attract attention, and looking up at the window simultaneously. "Ballingdale, sure enough, and on time!" Without further comment the" Asiatic" left the room and hurried downstairs. Opening the front door, be admitted the ex-pugilist. "I am glad you have come, Bill "-grasping the expugilist's powerful baud and bestowing on it a friendly shalrn. "I was anxious when the quarter of twelve came, and, indeed, disappointed you were not here to the second." "I said a quarter of twelve sharp,'' came from Balling-dale, hoarsely, "and I am rather under than over my time. "Was Darnley here?" "Yes. "You told him nothing with regard to me, I hope?" "Nothing." Nor does suspect?" "If you mean in respect to your or my presence here, certainly not. "He knows nothing of this part of the scheme, I tell you, and, so far as the banker is concerned, he is not likely to know." "Had you much trouble getting rid of Darnley?" Bill asked. "None whatever." "The fellow is chicken-hearted I" "That's what 1 say "-from the Asiatic. "You couldn't keep the man here with a team of oxen while this Langley business was on. So you see I got him out of the house with very few words. "I cast doubts on bis courage to test him; but bless you, Bill, I knew \Vbat sort of chap I bad to deal with, and the more I said the more frightened he appeared to be." "Well, it wouldn't take a man with an extensive knowledge of character to see that. I knew from the first moment 1 clapped eyes on the old hawk that, though the biggest rogue in all Gotham, he was also the greatest craven. "But I wouldn' t be so sure of the other man." "To whom do vou allude?" asked the Asiatic. "Tom Masson.r "Hum! I know Masson as well as any man living, and if he don't fiunk at the last moment it will surprise me." "I don't think there's much fear of that,'' replied Bal-lingdale, shaking bis head. "Don't be too sure. "However, there goes twelve o'clock! "We shall soon see whether I am right or not." The reade1 must not imagine that this colloquy took place on the stairs leading up to the third-story bed room. For if he did, he would be entirely mistaken. The foregoing conversation really occurred in the apartment while Bill Ballingdale was disposing of a big glass of brandy. Pretty tough night, Bill,'' casually remarked the Asiatic. "Yes," growled Bill; "and going to be tougher. "But, I say, old fellow I what if those blooming ducks don't turn up?" "Then all our trou hie for the present goes for nothing," the man answered. "But what if they should turn up, and Langley is fixed?" "Well?" "Are we sure of tbe 'sponds '? "Now," went on Bill, "provided the gal turns obstistate, and'll not cotton to that Masson whether or nowhat then?" "You need have no fe11r on that head, Bill. "Darnley has arranged for all that. "He's got such a hold on the girl that she daren't go against his wishes. "If she does--" The .A,siatlc stopped short. Whatever he was gqing to add, be thought it better, for reasons of prudence, to keep to himself. For an instant Ballingdale looked at him suspiciously. "Why in hades don't you go on,'' he growled, "and fin ish what you were going to say? Guess \ve're old friends, aren't we?

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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING -EAR CASE 23 "And what one knows, the other should-and no thanks to either. "If she does object-what tken ?" What then?" repeated tbe sinister-faced man, in a shrill voice "I'll tell you what then-she'll not live to repeat her re fusal." Would be murder the gal?" "No, he wouldn't; but he knows of others that wouldfor a consideration "Besides, Bill, I'm now going to let you into a secret that you didn't know. "The moment the girl's out of the way her five hundred thousand dollars belong to Darnley, Masson, you and my self. "Darnley would like, of course, to collar the pile. "But as I, with my little iustrument, which I call a pen, fixed the matter up, there must be a square deal all round." CHAPTER XVIII. A FORGERY?" exclaimed Ballingdale. Yes, if you like to call it so," returned the "Asiatic," slowly and with great deliberation, "a forgery. "Oh, my dear fellow," continued be, with a bland 15mile which, on bis face, looked like the leer of some dreadful satyr, you don't know yet of the many great qualities which I possess, and probably never will. "But it is time now that I should take up my post at the window. Those gentlemen, if they rome nt all, will come in car riages, and I must watch the arrivals. "Of course Masson will play the indignant, and there will be a war of words, and then blows, followed by the sudden pop of a revolver. "But I must likewise see to my firenrms "-with a laugh that must have frozen the blood of any one possessed of the slightest feeling of humanity. "I also have my work to do, and if that fellow Masson fails in the accomplishment of his purpose, it will lie my turn to step in-one wlto ?1eve1 falls! "Hear me, Ballingdale "This man Langley must die!" The Asiatic's face was perfectly fiendish as he uttered the foregoing words. But neither bis face nor words made any perceptible irL pression on the ex-pugilist. Indeed that personage was too case-hardened, If all the crimes in the decalogue were discussed, to betray any ex hibition of feeling one way or other. "Now, there is just one thing I want you to do, Bill," went on the Asiatic. "Well, drive along,'' growled Ballingdale. What do you want me to do? "Take part in this little drama which has been up for the express purpose of Mr. Langley's benefit?' This last sarcastically. "No, Ballingdale; yo\! must promise to take neither hand nor part in to-night's work "That right I reserve for myself." "If that' s all you want, my friend," replied the ex pugilist, with a broad grin on his ugly face, I promise you that no act of mine shall interfere in the work you have cut out for yourself." "That' s all I want to impose on you,'' returned the Asiatic Thereupon he went back to the window, and remained looking out into the storm for some time. Presently he saw a carriage roll up. It stopped within a few yards of the street-lamp. The door of the vehicle opened. A man sprang out. lle snid something to the driver of the conveyance. A few seconds after the carriage wheeled round, and turning the corner of the square, disappeared. The Asiatic watched the man, who now stood like a statue under the street-lamp. "What are you looking so intently at?" demanded Bal lingdale impatiently. He did not know what bad occurred in the square a few moments before He saw the Asiatic watching, and was curious to know why he should continue his gaze so long in the darkness. "One of our men bas arrived," was the noncltalant reply. "Which of them?" Without r e moving bis gaze from the square, the Asiatic answered: "I am trying to make out. "I can't very well say. "He is so muffled and be-coated, that it is impossible to tell who." "Besides, Langley and Masson are about one size and height," Ballingdale interjected coolly. "That, probably, Is the reason that it is out of the ques tion to recognize the man. "And this confounded snow is blurring everything." As the Asiatic spoke, the second carriage rolled into the square. There was no mistake that it was a vehicle. lts flashing lights would put that beyond all doubt. The second carriage stopped as the first did A man alighted. His burly form came for an instant within the focus of the flashing lamps. But a moment a1ter the vehicle had rolled away The man also disappeared The great clouds of snow and darkness bid him from view. Then be suddenly reappeared. "Here's the other coming," observed the Asiatic, still keeping his face turned to the square. "Ha! Then they have both come?" ejaculated Ballingdale. HYes." "Do you recognize the second man?" "Upon my life, no more than the first. "Though I should judge this second man is Langley." Can you not tem "Let me have a squint. "I'd know Langley from a thousand," ejaculated Bill "No, no; keep back! All in good time, Bill. "Neither man must know that he is being watched. The Asiatic, though he drew a little aside while he spoke, still kept his eyes riveted on the square. "Rab!" he suddenly aspirated. "The men have met! "The forged letter to Langley had due effect. "And now they are having high words! "Another Instant and they'll be at one another's throat. "Good!" "What is good?" questioned the now excited and curious Ballingdale. They are showing the letters. "Both appear to be astonished. "On Masson's part it is a fake "On Langley's genuine." Suddenly the Asiatic sprang from the window, with an excited gesture. "What now?" demanded the equally excited Balling dale. But the Asiatic, instead of replyin!\', made a fierce gesture for silence, and, with a growl like an infuriated wild animal, bounded from the room and down the stail's. That fellow's gone suddenly mad!" ejaculated Bill, glancing at the door What the d-1 does he mean rushing from the room in that way? "'Gad! Queer if he should have taken leav e of bis senses! "I always did think he had a mad streak in him. "All them geniuses are mad as a rule." thing that the ex-pugilist heard was the sharp, quick report of a pistol shot. So it comes to be a shootin' match after all,'' muttered Ballingdale. "Get at It, you lubbers, and murder one another quick!" "As for me-I'm for a drink." Ballingdale was in the act of raising a half glass of bran dy to his lips when there rang upon his ears the report of a second pistol shot. The pugilist trembled all over. His face paled. The glass he held poised to his lips fell on the table with a crash. "Good God! what does that mean?" quavered Bill. He was thoroughly frightened now. "We'll all be lagged for this!" The one st1ot, which had little effect on the ex-pugilist, when followed by another and an entirely unexpected one, almost paralyted him with fear. In imagination he prison gates open to rece ive him "Two he kept muttering to himself and looking toward the door with a livid face. "By--! we'll all be scragged sure!"

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, LARRY MURTAGH'S Mil!SING EAR CASE. It will be seen from this that Balliogdale, though a one time cracker-jack pugilist, was not possessed of the right kind of courage. So scared Indeed was he that for the moment he was ab solutely glued to the spot. Two minutes later the Asiatic, true to his ferocious character, re-entered the room with a gory trophy in his ban a. A human ear, severed close to the head I The Asiatic wore a look of such cold-blooded cruelty that it made even Bill Ballingdale shudder. "What have you there?" he asked, as he somewhat re covered his composure. Don't you see? It is Langley's ear! I couldn't resist the temptation of having ii souvenir of to-night's work, which my descendents may look at with pride when I'm dead ." The ex-pugilist, who had now completely regained his lost nerve, turned away in disgust, while a smile, which might have graced the physiognomy of the father of evil, wreathed the Asiatic's lips. "Where' s Masson?"-from Ballingdnle, with partlyaverted fuce. "Fled ." "Did he kill Langley?" "He fired the first shot, but it missed." "And the second?" "Was mine, and I killed him-killed, d'ye hear, Ball:ng dale 1" CHAPTER XIX. LARRY MURTAGH bad not been waiting very long at Engle's when Mike Mallon dropped into the saloon, as we have already described. That the crook's communication was of importance could be seen instantly. The man's big blue eyes were brighter than ever before, and his hairless face glowed with enthusiasm. Seeing Murtagh at a table in the center of the room, he hu1Tied over to him. "Sit down, Mike,'' said the detective kindly. "I hear you've been looking for me?" "Yes, indeed; I've been hunting everywhere for you, sir-that is, at every place I could think of. "But it was left to a woman," addec! Mike, with an arch twinkle, "to find you. "She was about to give you a little of her mind, too, let me tell you, sir." "I fancv you're doing an injustice to Mrs. Mallon," re plied the frishman, laughing. "I don't think she'd offend me for the world, or any body else. "The trouble was I didn't recognize her soon enough." "She told me you didn't recognize her at all,'' replied the naive Mike, "and for that reason she was mad, and meant to give you a talking to. "You know some women have sharp tongues," Mallon added, his fine mouth puckered up grimly. "But don't mind a woman's tantrums, sir. They for give and forget readily enough, and that's the 'vay the sex ought to be. "However, now we're to11:ether, I'm going to impart in formation which may be of value, and which I got in a rather curious way. "One condition is though-you must not ask me who my informant is, for I shall not tell you. "It's enough that it comes from a woman's lips--" "I comprehend. From Mrs. Mallon's lips," said the Irishman. "Not on your life," said Mike, with pretended indigna tion. But I told you I wouldn't give you my informant's name, and I won't. "But, Mr. Murtagh I" "What, Mike?" "Don't you think this is too public a place to talk?" A part of tbe room at the time was full of customers, and most of the tables occupied. "Is this information of yours really so important, then?" asked the Irishman. "Well, sir, It refers to a former talk between us; and, when I tell you it is a matter of life and death, you may judf!;e whether it is or not." It ls a pretty rough night, Mike," remarked the detect ive. "Yes ... sir, it is." "Too boisterous to pay a visit to your favorite stamping grounds, the Nag's Head, "Besidts," added tbe Irishman, "I am expecting some one-be may be here at any moment-so I am loath to move till I see bim. "By the way, there' s a table lower down the room" and the detective indicated one of tbe small tables which was in a corner by Itself. "I fancy if we go there we might fear neither interrup tion nor listening." I quite agree with you, sir. We'll go there," said Mike, quite sntsified that Murtagh was right. A moment or two later the two men were seated at the table in question, having first given an order to one of the waiters to bring them their drinks. 1 "Now, Mike," began the detective, "just drive ahead and let me know what this information tends to. "You say it is in some respects connected with our talk earlier in the uyes, sir; it1s." 'Relating to Masson and Langley?" Precisely.'' "And the banker, too, I presume?" "And the banker-certainly. But we mustn't for11:et the other gentlemen," continued Mike. "You mean Ballingdale?" "Exactly, sir I Ballingdale, one of the head d-ls of the conspiracy. "But there is another man who must not be lost sight of -the' Asiatic'.'' "Wbat do you mean by the Asiatic'?' Murtagh asked. "It's not a what, sir; it s a whom,'' returned Mike, facetiously. "I deserved that, Mike," grinned the detective. "Deserved what, sir?" "Your correction. "But aside from all this" he went on "do you allude to the n'oted for!!'er who by that naJie?" "Exactly, Mr. Murtagh.'' The Irishman appeared to be surprised. Aren't you mistaken, Mike?" "In what regard?" "This forger; the 'Asiatic,' as you ca ll him. "The man has been dead four or five years.'' "That's news to me," said Mike, puckering up his lips. "Where did he die?" "Where he was last imprisoned-Sing Sing.'' "That's further news to me. "The man didn't die in Sing Sing. "He escaped through the negligence of one of the high officials of tbe prison, and to shut off investigation, they renorted tbe Asiatic dead. "But you'll find him very much alive, Mr. Murtagl:, I assure you," said Mike. "In fact, he's another of the head d-ls in this conspiracy. Did you hear of a letter whkh Mr. Langley received from Tom Masson?" "Yes, from Miss Gunnison," Murtagh replied. "\Veil, sir, that letter was not written by Masson at all, a nd if he was brought into a court of justice he'd be acquitted. "This co nspiracy has been devilish-devilish, Mr. Murtagh," ended Mike, frowning. "It does l ook so, Mike. "Is that all?" "No, nor half. Masson is supposed to have received a letter from Langley. "That, too, is a forgery. "Don't you see bow these rascals are working? "Langley is to be murdered; Darnley, the banker-an old thief and hypocrite and fraud-ls to force his su pposefi niece-goodness knows wbetber she is bis niece m not; I couldn't swear that she isn't-however, this gray-haired rascal, aware that bis ward (for she is his ward, whatever else she may be); aware, I say, that she bas over half a million dollars in her own right, means forcing her into a marriage with Masson, so that the whole caboodle of 'em can rob her of her money. "My impression is that Darnley bas hypnotized tbe woman, and that she has no will of her own, whether she marries Langley or Masson. "There is one thing certain; she will never ruarry Langley, for they mean to kill him." "How do you know?" 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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING -EAR CASE. "Langley out of the way, Masson puts in an appearance as the lover of Miss Gunnison. "If she refuses bim, and Darnley has not the power to force her, then there is one thing left-she follows Lang ley as sure as sun and moon shine in the heavens." "But that will not give these scoundrels her fortune?" interpolated Murtagh, filled with horror at what be bad heard. "Ob, there's where you are mistaken,'' repli e d Mike "You must not lose sight of the Asiatic, the most in g e nious forger in the country. "Tbis rascal plays a king-pin hand in the game. He is told to do a certain tbing and he does it, and is well paid for his work. "Now for Ballingdale "Ballingdale and the Asiatic are fast friends. "They are botb useful in their way to Darnley-and if be raises his little finger and suggest money both will commit murder without scruple-especially the Asiatic, one of the most cruel and brutal monsters who ever liveu. He is murderous for the sake of being murderous, and would cut your throat or mine, if be had the chance, for the mere gratifying of his murderous instincts. "The sight of blood infuriates, enrages and makes a demon of him. "But now to come to the point of my visit, I am in formed from a reliable source-a source, however, which shall be nameless-but a person who is In a way very near to this man, Ballingdale-1 am Informed that the broker, Langley, is to be done away with to-night." "What!,, A.nd Murtagh sprang to his feet. "Don't get excited,'' said the crook. Sit down, please, or else you'll attract notice_ "I see already a dozen pair of eyes riveted on us, anu it is as well to be careful, especially as some of Darnley's creatures may be here. "Yes, they are to murder him to-night, but we will save him. "If any suffer they shall be Darnley and his company of cut-throats and swindlers." ''But, my dear Mike," declared tbe Irishman, excitedly, we must find Langley at once and warn him before it's too late. "But did I hear you aright?" "In respect to what, Mr. Murtagh?" asked Mike. "The meeting of Langley and Masson "Yes; that meeting will be brought about by the forged letters,'' repli&d Mallon. "Wby, goodness gracious, Mr. Murtagh, I never saw you so excited in my life,'' averred Mallon. "You need have no fear about saving Langley from this nest of assassins. "I know where they are to meet and the time, anu I know a little more, which may be of use to you. "Were you ever up at --Square?" --Square?" Murtagh repeated. "Certainly; I know ---Square well. "One of the most aristocratic and exclusive places in New York.' "That's right," averred Mike. "Exactly where Langley and Masson are to meet, and where Langley is to be to his death. "But," added the crook, quietly, as be glanced toward the door, "there are some frienc!s of yours-Mr. Tom Blanchard among the rest." "Yes, and, by Heaven, the boy, Tom Doolan!" cried Murtagh, as be arose to bis feet. CHAPTER XX. THE Irish detective was please indeeu to see bis old partner, and the lad whom be had engaged to follow the conspirators, come into Eagle's at that moment. But bis pleasure knew no bounds when be beard tbe story of Tom Doolan's grit and unselfishness, from Blanch ard. Besides, Mallon's information W!IS ren11ered all the more valuable by the account which Blanchard had vouchsafed or the boy's action, in following Darnley and the Asiatic to ---Square. "It was one of the pluckiest bits of work I ever beard of,'' said Blanchard, enthusiastically. "This lad, Doolan, is a little hero. "F11.ncy standing out so many hours in the bitter cold, through a pure sense of duty." "Anu the expectation of a twenty-dollar bill," added Doolan, demurely. "Don't you think too much praise will give me a 'swelled head'?" "This won't give you a 'swelled head,' anyway," the Irishman interjected, opening his pocketbook and banding the boy a crisp twenty-dollar bill. "I haven't earned it yet, sir,'' said Tom, drawing back. "Time to pay when work is done." "It has been done, my boy-and done well,'' rejoined the Irishman. "'The laborer is worthy of bis hire.' "There, take your wages; you are entitled to the money, Tom. "Now no nonsense, or I shall be very much annoyed; and we have no time now for fooling, I assure you." So Tom Doolan was forced to take a bill, which he hon estly considered he hadn't earned. "Well, gentlemen, if you are all through," said Mallon, who took up the expeditious enil of the subject, "and if Mr. Jarvis, here, is willing to assist to save his friend, Langley, I prnpose we st11rt for ---Square at once. "It doesn't want many minutes of twelve. "And the sooner we're on the ground the better." "I entirely agree with Mr. Mallon," said Blanchard "But bow are we going there!" "I'll solve the problem in double-quick time,'' chimed in Jarvis. "Let me see-there are five of us. "Two backs, gentlemen, will take us to --Square nicely. "Ob, no, I woulun't leave you out, sonny, for a pot of gold. "To the victor belongs the spoils-I mean the honor. "Excuse the tac etiousness of my remarks,'' the young broker gayly added, "but 1 am off for the carria11;es-so prepare for a da8hing ride through the snowstorm Mr. Ja1vis was gone but a very few minutes when he re turned to announce that the vehicles were at the door. He bad no more than done so when aTJ unexpected ar rival entered Engle's. It was Robert Pinkerton. "I have been looking all over the town for you," said Bob to Murtagh, "and I'm awfully glad to find you in suc!J good company." And Pinkerton looked at Mallon, who blustted scarlet. The Irishman felt tor the crook, but said nothing. He meant later reading Mister Bob a lesson Meanwhile he briefly explained what had been done, anu invited the bead of the New York brancli tf tbe Pinkerton agency to accompany them to --Square. "By George, Mr Mallon, I must beg your pardon!" said Pinkerton, extending bis banu. "I perceive you are a very good friend of Mr. Murtagh, than whom a cleverer detective never breathed, though sometimes be is as unfortunate as myself." "Yes, indeed,'' retorted Murtagh, "especially in risking and losing ten thousand dollars through such a dead-beat as this Masson." "But come, gentlemen; we have no time to discuss that now. "When I have Masson behind bars I shall have something more to say." Just then .Tarvis reminded them that the backs were waiting, and that they were, by their peculiar actions, al ready attracting a crowd. "That's so,'' said Bob. "Those fellows know me, and they don't understand what the ileuce I've come here for, unless it be to arrest my friend Murtagh, who, if be bad bis dues, would be the monarch of all Ireland-and two or three islands, besides. "But let us start, or we may be mobbed by those delectable actors, journalists and what not." And thus the party got into the street and into the vehi cles; and, though it was snowing fiercely, a curious t!Jrong was waiting in the storm to see them drive away. Murtagh bad already arranged with Jarvis to dismiss the J eh us of both conveyances before they got to the square. Jarvis, Pinkerton and Blanchard thought this a good plan. Then through the blinding snowstorm the carriages were driven aiong Broadway, then into Sixth Avenue aud down Forty-second Street to t!Jeir destination. We have said earlier that we shall not give the location of this particular, exclusive part of New York, and we mean keeping our word. Between two and three blocks of --Square the car

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26 LARRY MISSING EAR CASE. riages stopped. and the detectives and their friends got out. When they the cabs returning by the way they came the party set out to walk a few blocks through the blinding snowstorm. "Hum!" growled Pinkerton, "this is not the pleasantest night to be out on such a diversion. "I only hope we're not too late to save poor Langley's life. "I was just thinking the jests indulged in to-night have been sorry ones-especially if the comedy turns out to be a tragedy. "It is later than I thought, by Jove-a quarter of one o'clock." "Not quite," chimed Jarvis. "You are about five minutes ahead of time." "Then my watch must be wrong," said Bob. "And, mercy knows, I hope it is. "Indeed I didn't think it so late. "This comes of fooling, confound it!" "Never mind," interjected Mallon. "'We're not late; I'm sure or that." ' 1 hope not," the Irishman, for if we are, poor Langley is a gone man." The detective's gloomy words had the effect of almost making the sharp-featured l ad, Tom Doolan, blubber. But the next words from Blanchard cheered them up. "I don't know whether you believe in presentiments, gentlemen," Blanchard observed. "My family, myself in cluded, are noted for premonitions. "lt seems as if a voice had just now wbisper
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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING EAR CASE. 27 Lost Upon Dartmoor. TllE thickly-scribbled pages of my notebook record no more pleasant reminiscence than that which I am now about to transcribe. I was spending a few days in delightful Devonshire for the -recruitment of my health, when, l>eing something of a botanist, the fancy seized me of visiting Dartmoor, and passing a few hours in the examination of its peculiar Flora. I did pass a very pleasant day there, and scarcely felt the f atie:ue, the exhaustion, which eager rambling here and there during seven or eight hours must have caused; forgetting, too, that the farstretcbing wilderness was un known to me; that, except in broad daylight, the faint foot tracks which cross it, leading to and from the habita tions of man, could not be discerned. The summer day had, moreover, been unusually warm, and at about five in the evening 1-having eaten heartily, drank a quart of stronl!' bottleu ale-felt, and no wonder, as I Jay upon the grass, an irresistible drowsiness steal over me. Ah, well, there would be at that season of tbe year four hours of daylight; I might indulge, therefore, in a short nap-just'llalf an hour; I should awake at the mentally-de termined time, as I bad done in scores of instances before, and, refreshed with sleep, should reach home in three hours at the most. Man proposes, 'God disposes; and I sometimes think-I confess to being somewhat superstitious (who, that bas gone to and fro upon the face of the earth, and witnessed the moral marvels constantly occurring in its daily life, is not more or Jess so?)-! sometimes think that the want of caution on my part in permitting myself to go to sleep on a wild, trackless moor at five in the eYeninJ?, after a day of such exhaustive, however pleasurable, exertion, was naturally inspired. That may be a foolish fancy. The unquestionable fact was that the half hour I had allowed myself expanded to at least ten half hours, and that, when I awoke and recog nized, not without difficulty, where I was and how I came there, it was pitch dark, and a damp, raw air-the wind having no doubt changed-was, though tbe month was August, chilling the genial current of my blood. I roused myself resolutely, got up, felt, instead of rested very much, stiffened by slumber, and thought of the three hours' walk before me with something like dismay, es pecially when conscious, as I presently was, that a cold, drizzling rain had set in, and that, owing to the darkness, I knew no more in what direction to proceed than if I had been a blind man suddenly abandoned in a strange place. I had heard often of persons having been Jost upon Dart moor, and who had perished there; but they were feeble creatures, mostly women and children-and the season was winter. Snow storms obliterating the pathways would render it almost impossible for strangers to find their way across the bleak moor, untenanted, save by the sheep, with here and there a shepherd snowed up in his misernble hut. l was in no such peril. Still, to pass six or seven night hours beneath that chill, and faster, faster falling rain would be exceedingly unpleasant, and remembering that a river always runs toward the abode of men, I sought to find the banks of the Dart .. It is wonderful how sound deceives as to the direction from which it reaches you. I am told that for that reason alarm bells, intended to warn the crews of vessels that they are running upon rocks have been long_ since discontinued. However that may be this I know,. that although alter about an bout' s wanderings, I managed to get within hear of the ripple of the Dart, I could not for the life of me gam its bank. It was here, it was and, at last, after long, fr,itless exertion, I ran my augry bead against a shepherd's hut. The blow was rather a severe one, for I was pursuing that dodging, rascally river as if it were a felon striving to avoid my clutch, and gifted with ventrilo quist power, by the aid of which, in the darkness, he mock ingly baflled my efforts Very sto1pid, no doubt; but a miserable man, benighted in a drenching rain upon an unescapable moor, may be for given a little foggy bewilderment. A very thirsty man, moreover, and getting hungry. True there was water ev erywhere; never were drunkards' brain so soaked with liquid as were my habiliments, but not a drop to drink, though I held my wide-opened mouth to catch the rain. The mouth was a part of the animal economy which it passed slantingly by. 1 was intensely savage. There was another quart bottle of prime Devonshire ale somewhere upon that confounded moor, also delicious sandwiches; but where? That was the question, not resolvable by me; though scarcely five minutes after I woke and started off home, as I thought, it occurred to me that the possession of the bottle of ale, the sandwiches did not so much signify, would be very de sirable. I turned to find it. Find it! find a needle in a truss of hay as easily. The d-1 fly awaywith Dartmoor. It was the first and would be the last time that I went botanizing thereon. The reader can now in some degree realize to him or her self the sweet temper I was in when my head butted against the shepherd's hut. The blow was, in a certain sense, a sobering one. Would it not, 1 reflected, be wiser to get and keep under shelter till day dawned, instead of blundering about, now this, now that w11y, as 1 had been doing? Of course it would. So I felt along the wooden paling of the hut till I came to the opening, called, I supposed, the doorway, though door there was none, an
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28 LARRY MURTAGH'S )1JSSING -EAR CASE. men; brawny, powerful fellows, too. The woman was as evidently a brazen, somewhat showy-looking harlot,. about thirty years of age. The girl-one of the prettiest, most interesting ever seen, wbo could not have seen at the most more than twelve summers-was as ce1'tainly the child of luxury; her frock and dress generally were of the finest material, and made up in tbe newest fashion for young ladies of her age. How piteously pale she was I what a world of terror flut tered in those suffused, sweet, supplicating, soft blue eyes I Instinctively my band crept as it were to the handle of one of my pistols and slipped off its oil casin!!'. I had !our barrels; each, unless my nerve failed me, carried a life. There was, would be, work to be done-work for me to clo and by Heaven I would do it! Let not the reader imagine tbat it required any amount of Rinaldo cournge to arrive at such a determination. There is scarcely a police officer in the kingdom who would not have so resolved without for a moment that he was preparing to perform any highly heroic action. The trut.b is, that the abiding consciousness of having the "law" on your side, together with the indifference to dan ger which familiarity with it engenders, begets a kind of mechanical courage-perhaps mechanical is not the proper word, but I cannot for a moment think of one more appro priate-engenders, begets, I waR saying, a sort of mechani cal courage, which quails not before any ordinary-no, nor extraordinary-peril. "Here we be, then," growled a bullet-beaded ruffian, be who carried the lantern; "and now, after a sup and a bite, we'll go to business. The night's wearing on, and there's no time, not a precious moment, to be lost. The candle's out, I see, in your room. Don't keep on whimpering, Miss Dalton," he added, darting a ferocious look at the terri fied, dumb-stricken young &irl. "We sba'n't hurt ye, if we can make sure as you will never give tongue against us; but if not-why then, why not?" "You ain't going, Bill Waters, to harm the young lady," said the woman "I'll see your coffin walk before you hurt a hair of her bead. That was the bargain, and you shall stick to it." "Shut that tater-trap," replied Bill Waters. "Nobody wants to hurt the gal, if so be there's no 'casion for it. Now then, get out the stuff." Get out the stuff yourselves. I shall light a fire to warm Miss Dalton, and dry her things." So speaking, the woman took shavings and wood from a corner cupboard, and made baste to kindle a fire. The men at the same time took the "stuff" (brandy) and cold meat and bread from the same receptacle, and set to work voraciously. What could be the true significance of that strange scene? Who were the men? Why had they brought that fair girl to such a lonely, desolate place? To murder her? That could hardly be their intention-their primary inten tion, at all events. It would have be1m easy enongh to have disposed of her on the wild desert moor. Perhaps I should learn when their hunger and thirst were appeased. Meanwhile, I held a half-cocked double-barreled pistol in each of my bands. Long practice bad enabled me to shoot almost as truly with the left as the right; and any attempt to harm her would, swift as lightning, bring a champion to the rescue, though she knew it not. I felt very proud at that moment, I well remember, and totally forgot I was wet thrnugh to the skin. The woman bad kindled a good fire, and had drawn a stool close to it, upon which she placed Miss Dalton, rubbed her bands, and strove by soothing words to comfort the trem bl!ng captive. She strove in vain. The unfortunate girl did not appear to bear what she said; but sat motionless, the incarnation of helpless, hope less dismay and horror. 1t was hard to resist that silent, piteous appeal; to re frain from rushing upon the ruffians as they sat swilling and stuffing, and so end the affair at once. Yes; but to so end it I must use my plstol ,s-send a bullet through the beads of two of the men, at least-and that would hardly be justifiable till a murderous intent became more positively apparent. Ha! they begin to talk; their tongues, loosened by drink, wag freely, though in undertones. I listen with both my carsb and hear a story which, in its seeminp; unreality, re sem Jed the fictions of the Family Herald. There are many gaps in the narrative, but tbe main facts piece themselves out with sufficient clearness. Madam Dalton, as they called the lady, was a wealthy widow, who resided at the 'Villows, a noble mansion-which I bad seen-situate about three miles from Exeter. She had one child, Rosalind-the fair girl cowering there in speechlesR terror-and the mother's idol. A Mr. Fram ley or Frampton (I could not catch the name distinctly, but that was of no consequence)-a Mr. Frampton or Framley having wooed the widow unsuccessfully, bad hit on the cruel device of'kidnaping the child, and retaining posses sion of her until Mrs. Dalton should not only consent to, Lut act1ially become his wife. The people there were his agents. The reward promised was a large one, and by the wiles of the woman, who seemed, however, to have some compunctious visitings, the young lady was secretly carried off. This bad been effected early the previous evening-by what precise mode was not mentioned. I did not quite understand, either, bow Mr. Frampton or Framley meant to play out his game, nor did the vil lains in bis play. They appeared to entertain a suspicion that be really meant they should rid him forever of the rich widow's daughter, be having children of his own. And the suborned rascals bad a game of tl!eii' own. The woman-" Nance," they called her-would not, they seemed to be convinced, permit any violence to Le done to the child; and, Frampton once married to Mrs. Dalton, they feared the promised reward might not be forthcoming unless they completed their work. Would it not be bet ter, therefore, to open negotiations on their own account with Mrs. Dalton? As they talked and talked, I fancied, was indeed sure, that I heard the sounds of horse's hoofs approaching the hut. One of the men evidently thought so too; be pricked up his ears, hearkened eagerly, and the sounds ceasing, stepped forth and peered into the thick night. Only darkness there. This was the man whom Nance called Bill Waters. He appeared to be the leading ruffian "I thought I beard his horse's hoofs," said Bill Waters; "but I suppose it must have been the patterinp: of the rain. He won't be here to-night. Well, I hardly thought he would. He's a slippery cove, he is, depend upon it; and desperate hard-up, I'm told. Yes, mates, we shall do better by treating with the lady ourselves." They then resumed the interrupted conversation, and discussed quite loudly the likeliest mode of turning the possession of the stolen girl to the best account for them selves. Frampton should, it was finally determined, be ilung overboard. Worse than that. Terms made with the wealthy widow, they would squeeze him as dry as a bis cuit; make him shell out every sovereign be could rake to gether by hook or crook, as the price of their silence anent his share in the abduction of the young lady-who had, meanwhile, overcome with fatigue, and soothed, perhaps, by the crooning, low-voiced lullabies of Nance (Ann Thom as was her name), fallen fast asleep in the woman's arms. There was not anything more of importance to Ile learn ed by continuing to listen to their conversation, and strongly suspecting that Frampton had really arrived, that those were bis horse's hoofs which l bad beard striking dully upon the rain-softened moor-turf, I crept softly out, by an aperture opening upon the bleak waste, from the inner room. It still rained hard, but the night wns lighter. A few stars, now seen, now gone-for the wind had risen -showed themselves; and my eyes, presently accustomed to the gloom, could discover the outline of large objects at a considerable distance off. By Jove! I was right. A horse was fastened by the hridle to a corner post connected with the but itself by a horizontally-placed pole, forming one side of a quadrangle, intended, perhaps, to be one day cultivated by the shep herd-tenant. Where then was Frampton bidinp: bimselH I had no doubt it was his horse. It was full half an hour since he had arrived. I would see where he ws; so down I went upon all fours, and crawled cautiously toward the front opening, where I surmised be was to be found listen ing to the very interesting conversation going on within the but. Right again! A tall man, wearing a riding-cloak, was listening just without the doorway; that man, it could not be doubted, was Frampton. There would be a scene pres ently. It were well that I crept quietly back-kept myself ready for any part I might have to play therein. There was a long lull in the men's conversation; they had exhausted the topic in which they felt so much inter ested, but not the 'stuff '-which had already so muddled their brains that they would all four be soon heavily asleep. Were it not for the man watching without, and that I could not find my way across the moor, the rescue o! Julia Dalton might have been easily, noiselessly effected. The young girl still slept; though I was sure, from her

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LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING -EAR CASE. 29 frequent nervous starts, that affrighting images pursued her in that sleep. But a short time passed; and then !ostentatious, heavy steps approached the entrnnce, and in came Mr. Frampton, with a heavy riding-whip in his hand. "Hillo! you drunken rascals! Fast asleep, eh? or near ly so!" Bill Watels jumped up, and muttered something to the effect that they had given up expecting him; but that "it was all right," pointing, as he said so, to tbe sleeping child. "Of course it's all right I How could it be otherwise than right, after the instructions I gave you, unless you were the most blundering blockheads that ever breathed? But we won't talk business just now. I shall choose a soft plank" (the but-a very unusual thing-was boarded), "and sleep here. It's an infernal night to be out in. ls there any place where 1 can put my horse under shel ter?" Bill Walters said there wns; and, shaking himself fully awake, volunteered to put the animal up. He dill so, and presently came back. I shall not have more than a couple of hours' snooze. The mare can find her way blindfolll out of the moor, which is lucky. Come," he gayly added, shaking the large liquor jar, "here's plenty here yet. Fill me a pannikin they were drinking out of tiu cups-" and replenish for yourselves." The recommendation was cheerfully acquiesced to, and the drinking WP.nt on. I noticed that the woman, Nance, obstinately refused to drink, though repeatedly pressed to do so by Frampton. She continued to rnck the fitfully slumbering !girl, and would, I felt sure, have done fierce battle on her behalf, hall occasion required her to do so. I saw, too, or my eyes deceived me (which is not gener ally the ca11e), that Frampton, or Framley, dropped something liquid into the men's pannikins. It was very clever ly done, very, and the effect was soon apparent, decided. The fellows' heads dropped like lumps of lead upon the table. Frampton had hocussed them. Most likely it was laudanum he bad administered. There was no necessity for doing so; it would not have been long before the brandy would have itself sealed their senses in forgetfulness. However, the thing was done. The four men were for a time helpless-dead as logs of wood. Mr. Frampton, assured of that, rose suddenfy to his feet, drew a pistol from his pocket, stepped up to "Nance,'' pointed the weapon at her head and said: "Silence; not one word, or I blow your brains out! Make no outcry, no resistance, and you are safe. I have overheard the discourse of these sleeping scoundrels. They mean to betray me. I expected as much; lrnt they will find their match. This girl goes with me, aud now-Dare to scream or resist,'' he added fiercely, as the woman half-rose, "and you die upon the spot. "I am a ruined, desperate man. That girl In my power, I shall be able to make my own terms. Her mother would give her life, more than her life, to embrace her. You understand, then, that for my own sake I shall not harm her. But she must go with me. You can tell those sodden scoundrels, when they recover from their drunken de bauch, t.bat if they hold their tongues, though I don't greatly care whether they do or don't, I shall keep my wo1d with them. "Now, young lady, let this lady wrap you up close.ly, for it rains hard, and it will not be long before you are in your mother's arms. Now, Nance, quick! There must be no delay, and no nonsense!" Julia Dalton, rudely awakened and still under the influ ence of paralyzing terror, appeared scarcely to comprehend what was passing. The woman was tenified into submis sion, and wrapped her charge round about in her own shawl. I stole quietly round to the front entrance. "Now, Miss Dalton!" said Framley, "let us begone. Come-come-no screaming! No harm is intended you; but you ure In my power, and must submit to my will. In a short time you will call me father. We must ride dou: ble; but that will not be for Jong. Come! Silly fool, mii,st I use force? Submit quietly, or by-Ha!" The pistol was struck out of his hand, and, disarmed, shaking in every joint of his body, the caitiff confronted me. Never was man n1ore startled-scared! "Who the d-1 may you be?" he presently exclaimed, at the same time kicking Bill Wat&s' shins in the hope of awakening him. "I am Hawk-Eye, a detective officer. Will that descnp L_ ______ -_, -------tion suffice? Miss Dalton, you will go home with me. The rain has nearly ceased, and within an hour I shall be able to procure you a more fitting conveyance than this baffled felon's hors!!'. If you, Frampton, want the mare, which I was glad to hear you say could find her way blindfold out of this miserable moor, you will find her at the Willows. Whether, however, you call there or not, I shall be very angry with myself if I have not you by the heels before many hours have passed. Well thought of. I will take the liberty of helping myself, with your leave, to a nip of 1>randy and let ::rie persuade you, Miss Dalton, to take a little diluted spirit, You need it sadly. Ab! I understand. You are not sure that I may be trusted. Fortunately, I can remove your doubts. You must be acquainted with Lady Nugent, of the Grange. Her residence is not far from the Willows." "Yes, oh, yes!" faintly responded the sweet, tremulous lips. "This note, then, addressed to me at Exeter, where some one had informed her ladyship I was staying for a time, will satisfy you as to who I really am." First swallowing a spoonful of brandy-and-water, Julia Dalton glanced at the note. Her eyes brightened immedi ately, and she held out her band with artless, winning, infantine confidence. "I remember all about it, and your name now. You will save me from these cruel men! Let us go." Meanwhile Frampton bad been glaring at us both with speechless rage. Not one moment, though speaking to Miss Dalton, had I taken my eye off the villain. He understood tbat look, and dared not stir. "We will be off immediately, Miss Dalton; but I must first deprive this amiable gentleman of the means of mis chief. The pistol on the floor I take with me of course. You bave its fellow about your person, and I must have that! Turn out your pockets." A ferocious gleam shot from the fellow's eyes, and he thrust his hand into the breast pocket of his coat. "Don't try that game, Mr. Frampton I" I exclaimed. "You won't have time, indeed you won't! This is a hair trigger which my finger so nearly touches. Withdraw that hand of yours and permit me to insert my own. Ah! the fellow-pistol. 1 thought so. Permit me, moreover, to feel your other pockets. All right. Now, young lady, please to accept my arm. Good night, Mr. Frampton or Framley. I shall have the pleasure of again making your acquaintance before long." The horse was nowhere to be seen-had, no doubt, broken loose. This was tenible. The rain bad ceased, but It was still dark as a wolf's mouth, and day would not break for at least four dreary hours; the ruffians, before that time had expired, might be awakened, and if not be yond their reach, 1 should have fearful odds to contend with. Well, not such great odds. They bad no firearms, neither gun nor pistol, I was pretty sure; and supposing us to be overtaken, or in imminent danger of being over taken, the very deuce was in it if I couldn't place myself in a position of vantage which would make the scoundrels think more than twice before they attacked me. Away then with good courage; we should pull through. Extinguishing the lantern I had borrowed, I, tightly clutching the trembling girl by the arm, again addressed myself to the task of finding the river. For a long, long time I was unsuccessful as before, but at length I was unmistakably upon the shelving bank of the Dart, It was time, for Julia Dalton had become almost insensible with fatigue and fear. It was still dark as ever, and I lay down to stretch forth my hand into the stream to feel which way it was running, so that, keeping on the bank, we might follow its course. That point was soon settled; and speaking cheerfully to the jaded, wgrnout maiden, I got her slowly along for perhaps half a mile. By then she was perfectly exhausted-could go no far ther. Her stomach rejected' the brandy, and there was nothing for it but to sit down on the wet moor and wait for day. And would day bring relief? I feared not, till too late! The next two hqurs seemed forty, so slowly did they limp away. The sweet, dear child, seated on my knees, moaned brokenly in feverish unrest; and I myself was shivering with cold and wet when the new day, penciling itself upon the northeast horizon, gave me back strength, courage, life. Whilst Julia Dalton slept, if physical and mental prostration could be called sleep, I had contrived to pour a lit tle brandy down her throat, and I was in hopes she would soon be sufficiently restored to go on. r ...

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I l t I 11 30 LARRY MURTAGH'S MISSING -EAR CASE. The day was broadening, Very soon I should be able to discern foot-tracks across the desolate moor; and I was speaking words 6f comfort to the sweet maiden, who clung to me so confidingly, when lour! shouts struck my ear. Frampton, mounted on horseback. and accompanied by his filthy ruffians, had descried us and counted upon an easy recapture Fools! The men stood silently st. aring at each other, their brains still muddled cloudy with the drug1?ed drink they had swRllowed. What, after all, could they have done! Rushed upon me? Yes, but two at least in that case would have been sent to kingdom come, and which two being doubtful was dishea1tening. On they came, shouting, gesticulating fiercely. "Give up that girl, you scoundrel!" exclaimed Framp ton, stopping short when within about twenty paces, "and your rascally self may go free." "I don't exactly hear, Mr. Frampton. What do you propose? I sba'n t stand very stiffiy out if you promise not to harm the young lady." "No one ever meant to harm her. Go away," went on Frampton, coming several paces nearer; "leave her in our bands, and afterward do your work. Your answer. Quick!" "You have it!" said I, raising a pistol and firing at the instant. The fellow tumbled off his horse with a scream of agony. He was not, however, which I was glad of, killed. The bullet had struck and broken his right jaw, nothing more. I don't want to shoot you," I exclaimed, "though I easily could. Catch and hold the mare." Bill Waters caught at and secured the bridle. "Bring her here I shall not harm you. The others must stand farther off. Help me to place the young lady In the saddle." The man obeyed, and Miss Dalton was comfortably se cured in her seat. "That wlll do; now look to your own yet unhanged em ployer Good morning, and on we went at a smartish pace, I jog-trotting alongside the mare. We were soon quit of the moor; medical ministrations were obtained for Julia Dalton, and when I left the v!llage at which we had rested, the restored child was soundly asleep, watched over with beaming eyes by her devoutly rejoicing, l!;rateful mother, There were no steps taken to bring Frampton to justice, which vexed me. (THE END. j OLD CAP. COLLIER'S latest and best detective story, entitled: "AS 'l.'HE CLOCK S'I'RIJC:K TWELVE; or, 'I'he StaItling J'tiystery ot New-York's Gay Uohelllia," will be published iU No. 64.5 of THE OLD CAP. COLLIER LIBl\ARY. Out next Saturday. Don't fail to read it. Price 5 cents For sale by all newsdealers. IN THE OLD CAP. COLLIER LIBRARY. 621 Larry Murtagh's Great Abduction Case, by Bernard Wayde, 5 cts. 622 The Chamber of Horrors, by author Old Cap. Collier,'' 5 cts. 623 Babson & Bowie, by Detective Sergeant Erdby, 5 cts. 624 Gideon Gault's Great Jewelry Case, by Lieutenant Carlton, 5 cts. 625 Brooklyn's Greatest Murder Mystery, by Old Cap. Collier, 5 cts. 656 The Queen of Diamonds, by Jack Sharp, 5 cts. 627 Dash Dare on the Stage, by Ed Strayer, 5 cts. 628 Larry Murtagh's Western Quest, by Bernard Wayde, 5 cts. 629 His Brother's Avenger, by S. A. D. Cox, 5 cts. 630 The Ferret of Wall Street, by Old Cap. Collier, 5 cts. 631 Tiger Tiller's Last Trail, by Will Winch, 5 cts. 632 Old Search's Double Knot, by Major A. F. Grant, 5 cts. 633 Gideon Gault in London, by Lieutenant Carlton, 5 cts. 634 Old Cap. Collier and the '' Speckled Hands" Conspiracy, 5 cts. 635 Dick Nobles, the 'Frisco Ferret, by Anthony P. Morris, 5 cts. 636 A Quarter-Million Burglary, by F. Lusk Broughton, 5 cts. 637 Larry Murtagh's Western Mission, by Bernard Wayde, 5 cts. 638 Donald Dare, the.Dashing Detective, by Old Cap. Collier, 5 cts. 639 The Headless Man, by Captain McAnder, . 5 cts. 640 Gideon Gault on His Mettle, by Lieutenant Carlton, 5 cts. 641 The Mysterious Fernandez affair, by Old Cap. Collier, 5 cts. 642 Little Lick, the Mountain Trailer, by Will Winch, 5 cts. 643 Old Irolllerve's Clever Assistant, by Detective Sergeant Erdby. 5 cts. 644 Larry Murtagh's Missing-Ear Case, by Bernard Wayde, 5 cts. 645 As the Clock Struck Twelve, by Old Cap. Collier,. 5 cts. OLD CAP. COLLIER LIBRARY can be obtained at any ne-ws-stand, or will be sent to any address, postage paid, on receipt of five cents per copy. Please order by numbers. Address Munro's Publishing House, Box 1929. 24 and 26 Vandewater St. New York.

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FAMOUS DETECTIVl_ STORIES IN THE Old Cap. Collier Library. OLD CAP. COLL!ER.-Whe n this now celebrated story was first published it took the coun try by storm, and hundreds of thousands of copies have been sold since then. All who want a proper lntrodocUo n to the most famous detective who eve r lived should begin with this story. 'a. YOUNC DILLON.--This young and dashing detec tive was Old Cap. Collier's favorite assistant. The master as well as his pupil appears lo this v olume, and thair combined skill is shown in a series of thrilling exploits. No one who reads N o 1 w!ll fall to boy No. 2 of the OLD CAP. COILIER LIBRARY. & DION, THE DASHINC DETECTIVE. A spl endid story of a characte ri s tically New York detective. It is only in the great metropolis that the highest skill in the detection of crime Is develo p ed. This story shows how shrewd a d e tective most be to baffle the cunning scbeme.B of the rogue s of N e w York. 4. HELLER'S PUPIL,-The mystery of second sight, of which the late Heller, the famous magi clan, was a maste r, was early thought of as a vain able adjunct to detective work. But only eller's pupil was sufficiently Instructed in the art to p u t it to practical use. How he did it is adm irably told In this great detective story. 9. TEDDY O'SHAWN, THE IRISH DE TECTIVE.-Tbis popular story bas always been a favorite in the CAP. COLLIER LIBRARY. The fund of humor displayed by the hero, while he never loses sight of Jiis main object-to shield t h e Innocent and bring the guilty to justice-mak es t his one of the wittiest as well as most sensatlone.l s torie s ever written. le.-f.OTTA, THE YOUNC LADY DETECT IVE.-A fem ale detective is always an in teresting fig u re. She becomes doubly so when she bas charge o f such a complicated case as Is dev e l o ped in this story. Read it and y o n will be sur e to like it. ta. SHARPE, THE NEW YORK E TECTIVE.-A rattling good story of life in the Great Metropolis. This book will be appreciated b y all who admire pluck and grit. t& HAWKEYE, THE LONDON DETE T IVE.-Somt> say that the Yankee detectives can beat their English cousins all hollow P:ow e ve r that might be, Hawkeye was undoubtedl y one of the best d etectJives 11ver attached to Scotland Yard. Read his marvel o u s adve ntnrea I n this book. -OLD CAP. COLLIER &. CO.Onceagai a O ld Ca.1>. C o llier comiis t o the front, a n d with his partners ferrets out a m os t des perat e o&H 'tb& JNU1lcnlars of which gan be g leaned by perusing tllla thrilling sto17, No. 19. 21. 23. 24. 29. 36. a. 49. OLD THUNDERBOLT.-Thl s I s one of thMI sturdy detectives who, when t h e y strike one. make you think you have been struck by ning. Hence his cognomen. A r attling good story. THE SPIRIT DETECTIVE.-Thls Is a s to17 full of m y stery. The deLective is popularly b& Jieved to have been murdered, and the guilt)' wretches pursued by him are terror-stricken u every appearance of what they regard to be hla spirit. This is one of the best books in the list. THE LONC BRANCH DETECTIVE. A spicy story of the d o ings o f th e sbady class which hover at 'the fashionable summer resort. T he i ncidents m this story are founded on fact. and will be found to be thrilling In the extreme YOUNC IRONCLAD.-A chip of the o lcl block. He ontrivals his famous fatber In hair breadth escapes and despe rate encounters with the criminals he is tracking. Every hoy will admire thts story. THE BROOKLYN BRIDCE DETECT IVE,-Tbere was a time, not so long ago, when t t was positively dangerous to cross the foot-path of Brooklyn Bridge after night-fall. Thanks to the efforts of the Brooklyn Bridge D etective the thnp have all been cleaned out. How he did It hi graphlcally describe<\ in this story. THE SCOTLAND YARD DETECTIVE. This is another great story of English detective life The book Is interesting in itsel f and v a l u able as affording a b e twee n the w a y t h lng11 are accomplis h e d in L ondon and In New York. No re ader of detective stories can afford to mlu this story. PINK WEST, THE BAL Tl MORE DE TECTIVE.-A thrilling detective story of the Monumental Cit:r. Pink West's exploits are notecl in the a nnals of t hat city, and this ncord o f some of his most darin g deeds will be eagerly read by all lovers of a good detective story. THE EDINBURQH DETECTIVE.-Evel'J cou ntry bas Its own system of detective wo r k, and there are, doub t l ess, many who wo uld lik e to know how a Sco tch d etective goes to w ork to fer ret out crime. T his book o f such a deteot1ve and shoul d t h e r efore, not be omitted by the reader. THE LITTLE CIANT DETECTIVE.-1' is brains, .notsize, which coun t In d etecti ve wo rk. The hero In thls etory ls s mall In stat ure, bat i n intell ect be 1 8 indeed a littl e giant. Ono o f t he moa exci t ing books 11' ""-terlea.

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