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Well, of course, they put me under $300 bond to appea= r before the court, but there was four or five boys on the spot ready to si= gn the bail. He won't bother you no more, Uncle Ben. You ought to have seen= how close them bullet holes was together. I reckon playing a guitar as muc= h as I do must kind of limber a fellow's trigger finger up a little, don't = you think, Uncle Ben?" Then there was a little silence in the castle e= xcept for the spluttering of a venison steak that the Kiowa was cooking. &q= uot;Sam," said old man Ellison, stroking his white whiskers with a tre= mulous hand, "would you mind getting the guitar and playing that '_Hui= le, huile, palomita_' piece once or twice? It always seems to be kind of so= othing and comforting when a man's tired and fagged out." There is no = more to be said, except that the title of the story is wrong. It should hav= e been called "The Last of the Barons." There never will be an en= d to the troubadours; and now and then it does seem that the jingle of thei= r guitars will drown the sound of the muffled blows of the pickaxes and tri= p hammers of all the Workers in the world. II THE SLEUTHS In The Big City a= man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a = candle that is blown out. All the agencies of inquisition -- the hounds of = the trail, the sleuths of the city's labyrinths, the closet detectives of t= heory and induction -- will be invoked to the search. Most often the man's = face will be seen no more. Sometimes he will reappear in Sheboygan or in th= e wilds of Terre Haute, calling himself one of the synonyms of "Smith,= " and without memory of events up to a certain time, including his gro= cer's bill. Sometimes it will be found, after dragging the rivers, and poll= ing the restaurants to see if he may be waiting for a well-done sirloin, th= at he has moved next door. This snuffing out of a human being like the eras= ure of a chalk man from a blackboard is one of the most impressive themes i= n dramaturgy. The case of Mary Snyder, in point, should not be without inte= rest. A man of middle age, of the name of Meeks, came from the West to New = York to find his sister, Mrs. Mary Snyder, a widow, aged fifty-two, who had= been living for a year in a tenement house in a crowded neighbourhood. At = her address he was told that Mary Snyder had moved away longer than a month= before. No one could tell him her new address. On coming out Mr. Meeks add= ressed a policeman who was standing on the corner, and explained his dilemm= a. "My sister is very poor," he said, "and I am anxious to f= ind her. I have recently made quite a lot of money in a lead mine, and I wa= nt her to share my prosperity. There is no use in advertising her, because = she cannot read." The policeman pulled his moustache and looked so tho= ughtful and mighty that Meeks could almost feel the joyful tears of his sis= ter Mary dropping upon his bright blue tie. "You go down in the Canal = Street neighbourhood," said the policeman, "and get a job drivin'= the biggest dray you can find. There's old women always gettin' knocked ov= er by drays down there. You might see 'er among 'em. If you don't want to d= o that you better go 'round to headquarters and get 'em to put a fly cop on= to the dame." At police headquarters, Meeks received ready assistance.= A general alarm was sent out, and copies of a photograph of Mary Snyder th= at her brother had were distributed among the stations. In Mulberry Street = the chief assigned Detective Mullins to the case. The detective took Meeks = aside and said: "This is not a very difficult case to unravel. Shave o= ff your whiskers, fill your pockets with good cigars, and meet me in the ca= fe of the Waldorf at three o'clock this afternoon." Meeks obeyed. He f= ound Mullins there. They had a bottle of wine, while the detective asked qu= estions concerning the missing woman. "Now," said Mullins, "= New York is a big city, but we've got the detective business systematized. = There are two ways we can go about finding your sister. We will try one of = 'em first. You say she's fifty-two?" "A little past," said M= eeks. The detective conducted the Westerner to a branch advertising office = of one of the largest dailies. There he wrote the following "ad" = and submitted it to Meeks: "Wanted, at once -- one hundred attractive = chorus girls for a new musical comedy. Apply all day at No.- Broadway."= ; Meeks was indignant. "My sister," said he, "is a poor, har= d-working, elderly woman. I do not see what aid an advertisement of this ki= nd would be toward finding her." "All right," said the detec= tive. "I guess you don't know New York. But if you've got a grouch aga= inst this scheme we'll try the other one. It's a sure thing. But it'll cost= you more." "Never mind the expense," said Meeks; "we'l= l try it." The sleuth led him back to the Waldorf. "Engage a coup= le of bedrooms and a parlour," he advised, "and let's go up."= ; This was done, and the two were shown to a superb suite on the fourth flo= or. Meeks looked puzzled. The detective sank into a velvet armchair, and pu= lled out his cigar case. "I forgot to suggest, old man," he said,= "that you should have taken the rooms by the month. They wouldn't hav= e stuck you so much for em. "By the month!" exclaimed Meeks. &quo= t;What do you mean?" "Oh, it'll take time to work the game this w= ay. I told you it would cost you more. We'll have to wait till spring. Ther= e'll be a new city directory out then. Very likely your sister's name and a= ddress will be in it." Meeks rid himself of the city detective at once= On the next day some one advised him to consult Shamrock Jolnes, New York= 's famous private detective, who demanded fabulous fees, but performed mira= cles in the way of solving mysteries and crimes. After waiting for two hour= s in the anteroom of the great detective's apartment, Meeks was shown into = his presence. Jolnes sat in a purple dressing-gown at an inlaid ivory chess= table, with a magazine before him, trying to solve the mystery of "Th= ey." The famous sleuth's thin, intellectual face, piercing eyes, and r= ate per word are too well known to need description. Meeks set forth his er= rand. "My fee, if successful, will be $500," said Shamrock Jolnes= Meeks bowed his agreement to the price. "I will undertake your case,= Mr. Meeks," said Jolnes, finally. "The disappearance of people i= n this city has always been an interesting problem to me. I remember a case= that I brought to a successful outcome a year ago. A family bearing the na= me of Clark disappeared suddenly from a small flat in which they were livin= g. I watched the flat building for two months for a clue. One day it struck= me that a certain milkman and a grocer's boy always walked backward when t= hey carried their wares upstairs. Following out by induction the idea that = this observation gave me, I at once located the missing family. They had mo= ved into the flat across the hall and changed their name to Kralc." Sh= amrock Jolnes and his client went to the tenement house where Mary Snyder h= ad lived, and the detective demanded to be shown the room in which she had = lived. It had been occupied by no tenant since her disappearance. The room = was small, dingy, and poorly furnished. Meeks seated himself dejectedly on = a broken chair, while the great detective searched the walls and floor and = the few sticks of old, rickety furniture for a clue. At the end of half an = hour Jolnes had collected a few seemingly unintelligible articles -- a chea= p black hat pin, a piece torn off a theatre programme, and the end of a sma= ll torn card on which was the word "left" and the characters &quo= t;C 12." Shamrock Jolnes leaned against the mantel for ten minutes, wi= th his head resting upon his hand, and an absorbed look upon his intellectu= al face. At the end of that time he exclaimed, with animation: "Come, = Mr. Meeks; the problem is solved. I can take you directly to the house wher= e your sister is living. And you may have no fears concerning her welfare, = for she is amply provided with funds -- for the present at least." Mee= ks felt joy and wonder in equal proportions. "How did you manage it?&q= uot; he asked, with admiration in his tones. Perhaps Jolnes's only weakness= was a professional pride in his wonderful achievements in induction. He wa= s ever ready to astound and charm his listeners by describing his methods. = "By elimination," said Jolnes, spreading his clues upon a little = table, "I got rid of certain parts of the city to which Mrs. Snyder mi= ght have removed. You see this hatpin? That eliminates Brooklyn. No woman a= ttempts to board a car at the Brooklyn Bridge without being sure that she c= arries a hatpin with which to fight her way into a seat. And now I will dem= onstrate to you that she could not have gone to Harlem. Behind this door ar= e two hooks in the wall. Upon one of these Mrs. Snyder has hung her bonnet,= and upon the other her shawl. You will observe that the bottom of the hang= ing shawl has gradually made a soiled streak against the plastered wall. Th= e mark is clean-cut, proving that there is no fringe on the shawl. Now, was= there ever a case where a middle-aged woman, wearing a shawl, boarded a Ha= rlem train without there being a fringe on the shawl to catch in the gate a= nd delay the passengers behind her? So we eliminate Harlem. "Therefore= I conclude that Mrs. Snyder has not moved very far away. On this torn piec= e of card you see the word "Left," the letter "C," and = the number "12." Now, I happen to know that No. 12 Avenue C is a = first-class boarding house, far beyond your sister's means -- as we suppose= But then I find this piece of a theatre programme, crumpled into an odd s= hape. What meaning does it convey. None to you, very likely, Mr. Meeks; but= it is eloquent to one whose habits and training take cognizance of the sma= ll est things. "You have told me that your sister was a scrub woman. S= he scrubbed the floors of offices and hallways. Let us assume that she proc= ured such work to perform in a theatre. Where is valuable jewellery lost th= e oftenest, Mr. Meeks? In the theatres, of course. Look at that piece of pr= ogramme, Mr. Meeks. Observe the round impression in it. It has been wrapped= around a ring -- perhaps a ring of great value. Mrs. Snyder found the ring= while at work in the theatre. She hastily tore off a piece of a programme,= wrapped the ring carefully, and thrust it into her bosom. The next day she= disposed of it, and, with her increased means, looked about her for a more= comfortable place in which to live. When I reach thus far in the chain I s= ee nothing impossible about No. 12 Avenue C. It is there we will find your = sister, Mr. Meeks." Shamrock Jolnes concluded his convincing speech wi= th the smile of a successful artist. Meeks's admiration was too great for w= ords. Together they went to No. 12 Avenue C. It was an old-fashioned browns= tone house in a prosperous and respectable neighbourhood. They rang the bel= l, and on inquiring were told that no Mrs. Snyder was known there, and that= not within six months had a new occupant come to the house. When they reac= hed the sidewalk again, Meeks examined the clues which he had brought away = from his sister's old room. "I am no detective," he remarked to J= olnes as he raised the piece of theatre programme to his nose, "but it= seems to me that instead of a ring having been wrapped in this paper it wa= s one of those round peppermint drops. And this piece with the address on i= t looks to me like the end of a seat coupon -- No. 12, row C, left aisle.&q= uot; Shamrock Jolnes had a far-away look in his eyes. "I think you wou= ld do well to consult Juggins," said he. "Who is Juggins?" a= sked Meeks. "He is the leader," said Jolnes, "of a new moder= n school of detectives. Their methods are different from ours, but it is sa= id that Juggins has solved some extremely puzzling cases. I will take you t= o him." They found the greater Juggins in his office. He was a small m= an with light hair, deeply absorbed in reading one of the bourgeois works o= f Nathaniel Hawthorne. The two great detectives of different schools shook = hands with ceremony, and Meeks was introduced.</p>=20 </div>=20 <hr width=3D"50%" />=20 <div style=3D"text-align: center; "> <font size=3D"2">Change your options by visiting <a href=3D"= http://www.kittylovestore.com/7ebo8O9Nw3G7ch89thvVdVKyxdhVtFMuKmji0hvV0ONW41e/emotion-Caltech">here</a><br /> 2220 Meridian Blvd.,Suite #763, Minden, NV 89423</fo= nt> </div> =20 <img src=3D"http://www.kittylovestore.com/depreciates-shaved/Q3085oQ37fUF89PhvVdVKyxdhVtFMuKmji0hvV0ONW8ea" alt=3D""/></body> </html>
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