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174 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. riage, and instruct your driver to drive to the Pennsylvania Railroad ferry.” A moment later the Scotch detective led forth Annette, Meg, Dr. Macy, and ‘‘Silly” Billy from the ladies’ entrance of the hotel. The three first named, accompanied by the Scotch detec- tive, entered the cab which had waited without at their service, Billy being consigned to the cab in which Bridger rode. The crazy giant hesitated about entering, but Meg’s order hurried his movements, and when he recognized Bridger. he dropped into the cab’s front seat, assured that all was well. The two vehicles then rattled off toward. the ferry ata lively gait. “oR! ’e! ’e!” simpered Billy, as the coach rolled on, shifting his hands about uneasily, and evidently desiring to become better acquainted with his surroundings. ‘“ We ’ad a bloomin’ ’ot dinner hinside the ’otel—soup, turkey, hice-cream, han’ the like, ’e! ’e! ’e! I say, Master Brid- ger, who’s ’e got there w’ ye, han’ ’igh tober ?” ‘No, Billy,” returned Bridger. “This gentleman is Mr. Goucher. He goes with us as a witness to identify Mr. Videre.”’ “To identify Mr. Videre? ’E! ’e! Hiallus thought Mr. Videre’s squealin’ voice would hidentify hitself, ’e! ’e! But, come to be thinkin’, hive ’eard of Mr. Goucher before, ’e ! a ? “Heard of me? Where?” demanded Goucher. | “ Hive ’eard of Mr. Goucher in the ’ouse of Mr. Muggins, ’e! ’e! Hi say though, Master Bridger, Muggins’ dog won’t be so troublesome hany more, will ’e?” ‘What do you mean?” demanded Goucher, glancing from Billy to Bridger with an air of suspicion, which the detective could not at the time fully account for. “Nothing, Goucher,” said Bridger, touching his head to indicate Billy’s ailment. ‘“ Billy here is a little off, and as it happens, has been rooming in Muggins’ house lately. He was wanted as a witness against Videre, and we were forced to enter Muggins’ house this evening and get him out. We had a lively brush with the Jews, and Billv killed their dog.” “Hi should say hi killed ’im. Ay, Master Bridger,” s1im- pered the crazy giant. ‘Hi was bound to, for ’e made Misses Meg much worry, and hevery time when hi come ’?ome oO’ night, when hi would rap on Misses Rachel’s win- ow comicbooks.co +i a ’ ee Cie ae ee, Whe Re. nm Ant « : < AS mab Maat Piet