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e 4; s PS . NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. ; 23 thieving, Of course it might prove, aed it proba- bly would prove, that more than one was concerned in the thieving. That part of the problem could be at- tended to later. ‘Tle main point now was - to fix upon some one person who could be proven to be connected with it. With this thought in mind Trim went to police headquarters aud reported what had occurred. He said notling whatever about the railroad company, but sinsply asked the police to tun down Jemmy Miller, a Steeple jack, and to find all that could he Ba ot! about his movements during the ous twenty-four hours. ‘his the police, of course, promised to “do, and Trim, feeling that there was “qpothing more that needed his attention a night, returned to his hotel. Although meither he nor Dobbin had a iny fear that another attempt would be _made upon them, it was a long time be- fore’ ‘Trim could get to sleep. He was racking his brains to think|the room, how the dishonest employee of the rail- - road company could have guessed at his, ~business there. Phad seen in and about the president’s _ office, and tried to remember whether any of them had given any. significant glances|” er done any little thing that might lead - to pompocting one or more of them. seemed like a vain problem, and - mor re ‘andi ait Trim determined to rae tar . a. , ae, ae) ¥) eee fe e , cet ES ne w a > Tes a4 . + Se _ — w, dm bb ag? — Fain a” te - & - Ss ——— any conversation with an employee of the! ‘‘It’s true that I have hada ball and chain _tailroad company during the day or even-, ing: before, and he would be able then to. fix his Suspicions upon that employee as_ the one who had been doing the wholesale | other things then.’’ * tied to my feet, but it was only for a little while, and at that time I didn’t think of ‘how it made me walk. I was busy with - Quivering with excitement at the thought of his possible clew, Tmm arose and dressed. He struck-a light, and looked about the room for something with which to experiment. Presently he went to the fireplace and picked up one of the audirons. ‘It was heavier than this,’? he mut- tered. Then he took them both in his hands and tested their weight. ‘I reckon both together will do,’’ he thought. He took them from the fireplace to the middle of the floor and tied thei to- gether with the cord with which he had tripped his would-be murderer. Then he tied the other end of the cord around his ankle. ‘This done, he stood up and proceeded to walk across the room, dragging the irons with him. “Well, what in all creation be ’ee doing now, lad: 2” This question came from Dobbin. The old sailor had heard the lad moving about and being still fearful of trouble, he had arisen quickly and come to the doorway between the ,two rooms 7 | where the stood looking on with amaze- He recalled the faces of all the ‘men he} ment. ‘I’ve got it at last, old fellow! 1 cried rim. — ‘Lord save us!: bat. I'm sends as ve, lad!’’ returned Dobbin. ping short in his walk. , Do bbin inn od yea and peas tis: age on oom toward: ‘his friend dr drag- : lirons after him. — id the old sailor, shaking — d rm lave a lad go daft.”” _ . “Dobbin, 2 said Trim, seriously, “Tm welt ib euaking of an event in his Australian nees that is told in “Trim on Satety Valve” Tina. of of the New Nick CantER Liana. . “Afraid of what?” asked Trim, OD: “That I should have J (