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7 * ’ ig é ‘Poa eo” « F. oa -.. - — a 4 . e : ‘ ‘ ' 136 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. easting his sharp, rat-eyes about toward the window whence he had received it, passed through the door-way to the street. CHAPTER XXXTI. WHERE THE LETTER CARRIER LED. As might be supposed, Sammy Muggins' did not depart from the post-office alone. The street lamps had been lighted for some time, and the night was dark and damp. Throngs of shop-hands, clerks, and laborers filled the sidewalks, returning from their day’s labor. Sammy Muggins shambled on in a sort of dog-trot through Nassau street, through Chatham ang Kast Broad- way, to Catherine. Turning to the right upon Catherine ace he entered a grocery store. A few minutes later he emerged from the grocery, bear- ing a basket upon his arm. Reaching Kast Broadway, he continued up that street for some distance. Suddenly pausing before a somber, old-fashioned brick dwelling, he ascended the stone steps thereof, and, after peering cautiously to the right and left to see if his move- ments might attract attention, he raised the cane he carried and tapped lhghtly upon the window to his right with its iron tip. c The next instant the door was opened by a woman, Sammy and his basket disappeared from sight within and the door was shut, locked, and bolted after him. In the shadow of the buildings on the opposite side of the street, the Scotch detective and Bridger had paused, sur- veying the house, and laying their plans for entering it. | From where they stood the dwelling seemed to be with- out an occupant. Not aray of light shone from any of the windows, but, as they cautiously crossed the street toward it, the sleuth- hounds perceived that through the interstices between the wooden shutters that barred the windows of the basement a faint glimmer bravely strove with the dirty glass to shine forth into the dark world without. In the basement was evidently a cheap clothing store, | but, being Saturday, it was closed, and the light within EM: seemed to be far back from the street, Fa rel) pacrOo! cs.com_ f