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158 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. “Tf I know it I vould not resist you,” he gasped. ae vay, nothing have I done. But rather than you should make me idle trouble I vill pay you—yea, I vill pay you richly. ‘““Vait,” he added, staggering toward the cot on which Sammy lay. “I vill send for Rachel. I could not talk. I- vas nearly dead. She shall intercede vid you for me. She shall make vid you terms to let me off easy.” Then he began to tug at Sammy’s clothes, as if to arouse him. “Sammy! did you hear?” he ejaculated. “Go, fetch Rachel. Get quick up, Sammy !” But although Sammy opened his eyes and erunted by way of a response he made no effort to arise from the cot. “Vat should I do? Sammy vas near dead, too,” gasped Moses giving over his effort to arouse Sammy, and stagger- ing aside from the cot. Then his eyes fell upon ‘‘Silly” Billy, who was in the act of pinning open poor Kaiser’s left eye, so as to give it a natural expression. Muggins evidently did not know that the dog was dead, and the spectacle of a man quietly poking pins through his skin without a murmur from the fierce brute seemed to turn his bewildered brain. Clasping his hands to his head he cried out in a hoarse whisper : “Oh, my God! vat vas it? vat vas it? Vas 1 sure crazy? Or did I dream? Or did I dream ?” As he spoke he fell back upon a chair near the writing- desk, on which burned the lamp. | | ‘‘No, Moses, you don’t dream,” said Bridger, taking from his pocket the bill made at the Broadway detective agency, and approaching the desk upon which Muggins leaned. “This is an expense bill of three robberies from the person which you caused this silly man to do, and the ‘swag’ of which you pocketed. The amount is twenty-two hundred and fifty dollars.” “Vell, vell—say nothing,” interrupted Muggins. “I vill pay you right avay if you say it.” | . “You will pay me nothing. I don’t touch a dollar of your money,” returned Bridger, throwing the expense bill on the desk before the trembling Jew. ‘“ But there, I leave you the bill. At its head you will see printed the address of the Bower Detective Agency. If by to-morrow night you send your daughter Rachel with twenty-two hundred — and fifty dollars, and that bill to them, they will ask hse ‘ 5 3 - &% 4 ’ ; ' - vette SAN ] J b ‘ 5 & 2 a al | r) ‘ EOMICK oS Ks. Nn — ne as i 4. 3 ~~ y » © oe aray.