Beadle's Half Dime Library, No. 510 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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waking the night echoes on the oad a dominie than a man who has been leading a rough and tumble life in the mines for nigh onto forty years.” The suspicion ef the half-breed detective had now become a certainty. ** IT would like to see him, perhaps I may have runacross him somewhere. I[t seems to me that I have met aman who answers to the description. Is he in town now?” ‘**Oh, no, he has taken Kate and gone to live in the house at Smithtown. You see, the pro- perty was in Mrs. Blarcomb’s name, so the bank folks couldn’t touch it when the smash-up came, ‘It has been rented furnished every summer, and has helped to support the girl. ‘* There wasn’t any tenant in it now, and Mr. George Blarcomb said he would like to live fora while in the house where his unfortunate brother must have passed so many happy hours.” ** Ah, yes, I see, very natural,” and the half- breed detective expressed his exact thoughts when he made the remark, but he did not ex- plain why he thought it was natural. “So, if you want to see Miss Kate, you will have to drive over to Smithtown—I can get yon a horse and buggy at the store,” ‘*No, thank you, I will go back and go by train.” The Westerner had studied his map, so that he had a pretty good idea of the lay of the land. And now that he had secured such important information, he judged that it would be wise to consult the chief of police. The next train carried him back to the city, where he arrived just as the shades of night commenced to gather, and he hurried at once to the Metropolitan Police Headquarters, The superintendent was at his desk and the half-breed detective was at once admitted. The chief listened attentively to Cool Colorado's ‘recital, and when it was finished he broyght his hand emphatically down upon the desk. ‘“*T do not think there is the least doubt in the world but what you have bagged your game!” he exclaimed, ‘* This George Blarcomb is the man you want, and there 1s some deep purpose in his desire to be domiciled in the old residence of John Alex- ander Blarcomb, ‘That is sie what I think.” ‘‘The boodJe that Blarcomb carried away witb him—the sixty thousand dollars’ worth of securities, were never recovered or heard of— now wouldn’t it be a joke if the plunder was hidden away somewhere in that Smithtown house, and been there all these years, Blarcomb either being afraid to come East after it, or else conscience-stricken, not wishing to handle it?” ‘The confession which he made, and wanted me to take care of, would look as if he repented and was going to restore the money to the right- ful owners.” ; “So it does, and that confession, falling into the hands of the man who murdered him, sug- ested this bogus uncle business, though why the ellow wanted to bother with the girl at all is a mystery, for he might have gone and hired the house and then searched for the boodle at his leisure.” : ‘*T suppose we better not lose any time,” Cool Colorado suggested, ‘‘ and so we onght to take the first train in the morning.” ‘Oh, no!” the chief exclaimed, ‘“‘ we will not wait for morning. We will hire a special to- night. When we get after a regular high toby gentleman of this kind we mustn’t lose any time, or our game will be off, ‘ll send a couple of my best men with you, and, by the way, allow me to congratulate you upon the manner in which you have worked up this case. It is as pretty a hit in the detective line as I have seen lately, and if you ever want a job come to me, and I will make room for you on my staff!” ‘ Cool Colorado thanked the official and an hour later, in company with ttvo of the crack New York detectives, was in a ‘ial train ng Island Smithtown was reached in due time, a coach procured, for at the station they ascertained Tr m aq that the house was some distance off, and in due time they arrived. Bis x: The servant who answered their ring at the di said that Mr. George Blarcomb was at home, and she would callhim. But as the girl went on her mission, the in- vaders, with noiseless steps, followed her, and when she opened the door of the parlor, where the gentleman, in company with Kate Blar- comb, sat reading, and announced that some ntlemen wanted to see him, the three pushed i, by the girl and entered the room. ; e man sprung to his feet and thrust his / yA = tty - 4 . ‘ -.* PAT A. Catt er, - yo _ Me ‘ . — — we tne - * a es ~ 4” “ fl * ; : : = . ae ~ ant ee ee it f ‘ é | Cool Colorado, the Half-Breed Detective. hand behind him as if to draw a weapon, but the half-breed detective, who was in the ad- vance, was ready for such a movement, and he had the other ‘‘ covered ” with a cocked revolver in a twinkling. ‘Don’t try that game!” he cried, “ or it will be the worse for you.” ‘* How dare you intrude into my house in this manner?” cried the other, endeavoring to assume a defiant air, although his face was white and his hands trembled. He had recognized the half-breed. And Cool Colorado knew him too, although he had materially altered his appearance by dyeing his hair and beard. “The game is up, Captain Nick Spader. I ar- send you for murder!” the half-breed detective cried. And then, almost before the man knew what they were about, the detectives had. the hand- cuffs upon his wrists, and ‘‘ went through” his pockets, In one of them the written confession of the murdered miner was found. As the sleuth-hounds had anticipated, the err- ing man had concealed his plunder in the house. The confession told where it was hidden and begged that it be restored to the rightful own- ers. “The jig is up!” Old Nick cried, defiantly. ‘‘And I could have got away with the boodle, too, if the insane idea had not taken possession of me to sink my past life and lead an honest one under another name. So much for a man being false to his record!” The detectives bore the prisoner away, leay- ing Cool Colorado to console the ama Kate, who was a pretty young woman of two and twenty. Deep was her sorrow for the death of her wayward father, and great her interest when the half-breed detective revealed to her that she was the heiress of a small fortune, for she was engaged to be married to a worthy young man, and the ceremony only waited until he could be established in business. In the morning our hero returned to New York and made his report to the chief of police: imagine Cool Colorado’s astonishment, though, to learn that the detectives, with all their skill, had not succeeded in bringing their prisoner to the city. _ On the ferry-boat, just as she was running into her slip, the officers, with their prisoner, being outside, the desperado, with a sudden spring, leaped overboard, handcuffed as he was. The tide was on the ebb, and running seaward almost with the speed of a mill-race, Old Nick was never seen after he disappeared beneath the waters, and although a careful search was made, no trace of him was ever dis- covered, It was conjectured that he had been struck by the boat’s wheel and instantly killed. Our tale is told, THE END, Beadle Half-Dime Library. BY MAJOR HENRY B. STODDARD, Ex-Scout. 806 Neck-Tie Ned; or, The Dug-Out Pards, 846 Rapier Raphael; or, The Swordemen of Zacatecas. 891 Kid-Glove Kit, the Dandy of the Rockies, 898 Kid-Glove Kit and Pard; or, The Gold King, 406 ane. Mad Man-Hunter; or, The Mystery of Golden ulch. BY HARRY ST. GEORGE, 80 Roaring Ralph Rockwood, the Canger. 44 Rattling Rube; or, The Nighthawks of Kentucky, 59 Old Hickory ; or, Pandy Ellis’s Scalp. 108 Daring Davy; or, The Trail of the Border Wolf, 166 Hickory Harry 3 or, The Trapper-Brigade’s Spy, 172 Thunderbolt Tomy; or, the Wolf-Herder. BY JAMES L. 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