A Detective Story of Life. BY A NEW YORK DETECTIVE. Van and Burke fought like tigers, but were finally overpowered. “You are trapped, my fine birds,” cried Old King Brady jubilantly. But at this moment Ah Ling appeared on the scene. The uproar had attracted him. With white, scared face he stared at the detectives....

“Help! Help!” This thrilling cry rang out upon the night air in one of the side streets of New York City. The few pedestrians in the bleak, storm-swept vicinity paused and instinctively looked for the cause of this blood-curdling appeal. Someone was in trouble. That was certain. But who was it and what was the nature of the trouble? As usual, no officer chanced to be within call. Two men who were on their way home from business, however crossed the street with long strides and plunged into a din

Fire had destroyed all tangible evidence of the supposed murder. The Bradys were up against a hard proposition. To evolve the truth from the matter as it now stood did not by any means seem easy. Insurmountable difficulties had seemed to present themselves. All hung upon the single clew. This was the lace handkerchief. It was of delicate workmanship and had certainly belonged to a lady of refinement. All manner of deductions could be made. It might be assumed that the victim was a wealthy woman,

An evil smile flickered about the lips of the guardian. “Well,” he said, “I give you the hint. Make the most of it. I could have given it to the private detectives, but I thought the Secret Service safer.” “That was a wise move,” said the chief. “The Secret Service is all that its name implies, absolutely safe!” “When shall I expect to hear from you?” “At a date as early as possible.” “You know where my office is?” “Yes.” “Very well. Good-day!” “Good-day!” The door closed and Blood was gone. The

It was an unusual request made by Burke. It was a strange thing for the detectives to sit at the same table in a friendly way with three men whom they meant to hang, if possible. But life is full of anomalies. And detectives certainly meet with queer experiences. This was one of them beyond a doubt. The Bradys quietly seated themselves at the table. Burke called for beer. But Old King Brady said: “Don’t order any for us.” “You won’t drink?” “No.” “Ah, that’s odd!” said Burke, with bad grace. “Me

“Done!” cried Burke. “We are your birds.” “It’s understood,” said Collins, “when the Bradys are safe outen the way you will pay us ten thousand in gold?” “That is right!” agreed Blood. “Then the job is as good as done!” “They are a pair of foxes!” The trio laughed in a blood-curdling way. “Don’t ye fear!” said Burke. “Well, it’s worth that to me,” said Blood. “Once they are out of the way the course is pretty clear.” “Wall, it oughter be.” “I fear nobody else.” “Ten thousand in gold!” said Burke

With no one to appear against him young Allerton Banks was discharged as free of guilt. Great excitement was created when it was known that a warrant was out for Napoleon Blood. And the interest was at fever heat when it was learned that he had skipped for parts unknown. The Bradys were deeply chagrined that their birds had slipped them. They had not dreamed that they would skip so soon. They regretted not having made the arrests earlier. However, they were by no means discouraged or defeated. T

The plan of the Bradys certainly looked logical. To make a race of it was the only safe way. So they acted at once. They did not even spend the night at the Broadway Central Hotel. Instead they took a car for the Grand Central Depot. Here they bought tickets for Boston. The plan was cleverly laid. It was arranged to go on to Boston by the night express. When they arrived in the Hub city they would at once slip onto the next train back. This would confuse the pursuers and place them on the defens

The horse given the Bradys by the stable keeper was certainly a good one. He dashed over the snow-covered road like the wind. Sleighs were met and passed. But yet nothing was seen of the sleigh which contained Martin Van. To be sure he had a long start. But still the Bradys kept on. Arlington highway was reached and then they turned up the historic thoroughfare, the route of Paul Revere on his memorable ride, and entered Lexington. On the left was a historic tavern. The minute men of olden times

The savage baying of a dog broke the stillness of the winter night. The hoarse barking was succeeded by others until the air became heavy with the uproar. Then the distant clang of a door was heard. The Bradys had come to a halt undecided what to do. They had little fear that the dogs could reach them in that deep snow. But suddenly as they stood there in the moonlight a distant sharp crack was heard and the hiss of a bullet by Harry’s ear was a note of danger. “Down, my lad!” cried Old King Bra

Isaac, the keeper, became quite voluble after a few drinks of whisky. He talked freely and the detectives used every effort to pump him. They learned that there was a strange female patient in the asylum. That she had been brought there by the four crooks. That all the gang were in the asylum and that Dr. Scraggs was a close ally. All this Isaac, of course, did not tell them in as many words. But from his conversation these facts were easily gathered. Altogether the Bradys were well satisfied wi

“Evelyn Grimm!” Old King Brady repeated the name with a horrified gasp. Both detectives rubbed their eyes. “Did I hear you aright?” asked the old detective. “Did you say the name was Grimm?” “Yes, sir.” The young girl looked at him wonderingly. “You lived in Westchester?” “That is my home.” “Do you know Napoleon Blood?” The young girl shuddered. “He is my uncle,” she said. “He it was who declared I was insane and had me brought here!” Old King Brady began to see his way through the fog. The vile

Collins and Van both arose eagerly at this. The detective’s blood surged hotly through his veins. “The unconscionable scoundrels!” he muttered under his breath. “They are human fiends.” And in that moment the old detective rejoiced that their would-be victim was beyond their reach. But he was conscious of his own perilous position. If the trio of villains went to Evelyn’s prison cell to commit the contemplated horrible crime of murder, her escape would be discovered. But the old detective was on

The trio went on with their preparations to leave the asylum. Old King Brady was powerless to prevent it. Moreover, he had all he could do now to keep out of sight and assure his own safety. It was long past midnight. What had become of Harry? It seemed full time for him to return. Yet he did not come. Old King Brady knew that it would require some time to arouse the neighbors and organize a relief band. But yet, it would seem that this had already ought to have been accomplished. Old King Brady

Only one thing saved Old King Brady from an awful death. The impetus given by the push was exceedingly fierce. An ordinary shove would have dropped anyone right under the onrushing wheels. But the force of the push sent the old detective far out into the air. He struck the further rail and the locomotive just brushed his body as it rolled over upon the next track. It was a fearful fall, however, and for a moment stunned the old detective. He lay half senseless upon the middle track. Luckily no t

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