By OLD KING BRADY (The World Known Detective). In which he lays down some valuable and sensible rules for beginners, and also relates some adventures and experiences of well known detectives. New York : FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square . Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1902, by FRANK TOUSEY, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, D. C. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE By OLD KING BRADY. Some of my friends will no doubt wonder why I should leave the beaten track

1. Indomitable courage and good health. 2. Strict honesty. 3. A fair education. Necessary. 4. A knowledge of languages. Highly desirable. 5. The ability to read men readily. (This is a quality which will improve by practice. It cannot be expected at first.) 6. Perseverance. 7. An agreeable disposition; the ability to make one’s self popular among men. 8. An acquaintance with the methods of changing the facial appearance and arranging disguises. (This is perhaps the hardest thing of all to acquir

One of the brightest and most successful of our New York detectives is Mr. Samuel Kean, at present attached to Pinkerton’s Agency. He was one of my pupils, and a better one I never had. I have therefore selected a few of his early cases to illustrate the kind of work that a young detective has to engage in. Let him tell about his first case himself. I thought it would be more interesting to let him do his own talking, and accordingly wrote him and asked that he would describe his first case in h

When Mr. Philander Camm defaulted and ran away with $100,000 of the funds of the Bakers’ Bank there was the biggest kind of a row. A big reward was offered to any detective who would get him, and there seemed to be a chance that some one might earn it, for it was believed that the thief hadn’t left New York. I had just gone to work for Old King Brady then, and when I read the account in the papers I says to myself: “I wish I could scoop in that reward.” I went up to the office that morning and s

On a certain afternoon in February, I was sitting in Mr. Brady’s private office, waiting to receive instructions, when the boy brought in two cards. They bore the names of Mr. Marcus Welton and Mr. J. Denby Opdyke. “Two high-toned ducks.” I immediately thought. “Skip into that closet, Kean,” old King Brady whispered to me. “I want you to have a good look at these fellows, and listen to what they say. You know where the peep-hole is, or you ought to, for I showed you the other day.” I knew, and i

When Old King Brady gave me that circular of the green goods men, sent to him from Bean Corners, Kentucky, by an honest store-keeper, and told me that he expected I would bag the fellows, I own up I was kind of stumped. “You’ve got to get good evidence against them, Dave,” he said. “It won’t be no use for you to pull ’em in without you can prove just what they are.” The first thing I did was to ask Old King Brady to give me instructions, but he wouldn’t do nothing of the sort. “Work it your own

It was a cold night when I joined the sewer gang. Old King Brady says I must make a short story of it, so I’ll just begin in the middle and not tell how I located the gang—how I found that one of their hanging out places was a certain gin mill on the corner of First avenue and Seventy-third street; how I learned that they numbered more than seventy, ranging in age from twelve years to thirty. Briefly I found out all that and more. It was a howling wilderness up in that neigborhood in those days,