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— 120 - UNDER HIS THUMB. oe ; CHAPTER XVI. FUGITIVE AND DETECTIVE. Croly, the detective, gazed after the doctor’s car- riage, with the fugtive clinging to the rear, in sud- den admiration, not unmingled with chagrin. ‘““Whatever they may say of Carl Brandon, it will take a long head to outwit him,” the detective ex- claimed. In another instant, however, he had raised a whis- tle to his lips and a shrill, ear-piercing blast sounded on the air. | The doctor heard the signal, and naturally stopped his horse to see what was in the wind. A backward glance showed him the detective standing in the middle of the road. Of course he could not see the fugitive, ensconced in the back of his carriage, and therefore could only conjecture as to the purpose of the man who had signaled. The doctor was in a hurry, the hour and that point of the road were lonely, and he was impressed by a suspicion that he was in danger of highway robbery. | So he struck his horse a sharp blow with the whip, the animal bounded forward, and the detective was — still further chagrined at seeing the fugitive borne away more rapidly than before. Still Croly was not ready to give up. He started in pursuit of the vehicle, at the same time uttering a stentorian shout. ‘‘Hold on, sir, you’ve lost: something,’ the detec- tive cried, at the top of his lungs. ‘ The doctor again slackened the pace of his horse, comicbooks » eee A “ *\ r . ‘ i we * oe 6 o as > Z be we toy a ae *