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DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. ee GO at the smiling Englishman as if their intention was to wipe the floor with him. “Easy men—hic—easy,” said he, waving his hand as if bidding them to resume their chairs. “I am here on busi- ness.” ‘On business, eh?” demanded Goucher. “Who are you —a ‘fly cop?’ ” CHAPTER XXV, THE SAND-BAG. * Not much !—hic—I hate a detective worse’n you do.” “Then, be quick! Explain your business.” “Sit down, me friends—hic—” returned the Englishman. ‘You fellows get mad so easy. Fact is, I don’t—hic— *member of fellows that get mad so easy as you do.” The room was close and warm, and as the man spoke the liquor which he had imbibed seemed to assert itself, and his head dropped forward upon his breast, as if he had fallen into a drunken stupor. tT)? ll bet he’s an escaped lunatic,” exclaimed “Tom, the Frog. Bah | !’ sneered Goucher. “We'll see what he’s got about his clothes, anyway,” quoth “Jack, the Fork.” And suiting his action to the word that enterprising worthy proceeded to deftly untomb the contents of the Englishman’s pockets. A large roll of bills, a gold watch, chain, and a pocket- wallet were transferred i in a twinkling to a position upon the table. suddenly the Englishman revived, and, opening his eyes, perceived what was going on. “Jack, the Fork,” sprang aside and assumed an innocent air, while his intended victim clutched the pile of valuables before him. | * You were going to rob me, eh?” he exclaimed. Nor did he appear so much intoxicated as before. ‘‘ Noth- ing of the sort,” quoth Goucher. ‘“ You had fallen into a drunken stupor—might have taken poison or something, and turned out a case for the morgue. We want to get into no trouble here, and were only looking through your you,” Eomicboo pockets to establish your identity and learn where to send CS (ee)