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IN THE TUNNEL. 25 “Tt’ll soon be midnight, sir, and we are due back at the stables at twelve,’’ he said, apologetically, and wishing devoutly that the money had been given to him anywhere but under the keen eye of the policeman. ‘‘Mrs. Radcliffe, Bellevue avenue, Cincinnati,’’ shouted Edgar. ‘‘Now then, hurry up!”’ The hackman gathered up his lines, the policeman called ‘‘Good-night, sir,’’ and the carriage rumbled away. Until it was lost to sight the officer regarded it thought- fully. ‘I'hen he drew out his note-book, and carefully pen- ciled down the address he had heard Edgar Alston give to the hackman. ‘‘He’s been on some racket,’? murmured the man. ‘‘Where the duse has his hat gone to? Blowed off, eh? A likely story such a night as this! Tall, dark, and a proper chap for the girls! A real swell, too! Gray waterproof, and trousers rolled up as though he’d been ina swamp. No hat! That completes my inventory. No doubt he takes me for a common, thick-headed cop! Nothing of the kind, sir! I am Detective Nathaniel Hawkley, and if it wasn’t for missing my game, I’d keep you in sight.”’ He paused, and suddenly clapped his hand to his fore- head. ] ‘““By Heaven! I have it!’’ he ejaculated. ‘‘It may be Gil- bert Roseberry himself! Heis the cleverest criminal on earth, but he sha’n’t hoodwink Nat Hawkley! But the description? Roseberry is fair!’’ He was puzzled for a moment, then went on: ‘What is easier than for that villain, with all his knowl- edge of stage-craft, to disguise himself? Under that coat GEomicbooks (E(0) m