An Artist in Crime. Ottolengui Rodrigues

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       Rodrigues Ottolengui

      An Artist in Crime

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066238551

Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I.

       A GENTLEMAN THINKS HE CAN COMMIT A CRIME AND ESCAPE DETECTION.

       CHAPTER II.

       A DARING AND SUCCESSFUL TRAIN ROBBERY.

       CHAPTER III.

       MR. BARNES DISCOVERS AN ARTISTIC MURDER.

       CHAPTER IV.

       DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND.

       CHAPTER V.

       THE SEVENTH BUTTON.

       CHAPTER VI.

       MR. BARNES'S TRAP.

       CHAPTER VII.

       MR. RANDOLPH HAS A FIGHT WITH HIS CONSCIENCE.

       CHAPTER VIII.

       LUCETTE.

       CHAPTER IX.

       THE DIARY OF A DETECTIVE.

       CHAPTER X.

       ALI BABA AND THE FORTY THIEVES.

       CHAPTER XI.

       MR. BARNES RECEIVES SEVERAL LETTERS.

       CHAPTER XII.

       THE HISTORY OF THE RUBY.

       CHAPTER XIII.

       MR. BARNES GOES SOUTH.

       CHAPTER XIV.

       AN INTERRUPTED WEDDING.

       CHAPTER XV.

       MR. MITCHEL EXPLAINS A FEW THINGS.

       CHAPTER XVI.

       MR. BARNES DISCOVERS A VALUABLE CLUE.

       CHAPTER XVII.

       A NEW YEAR'S DINNER PARTY.

       CHAPTER XVIII.

       MR. BARNES'S NARRATIVE.

CHAPTER I.

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A GENTLEMAN THINKS HE CAN COMMIT A CRIME AND ESCAPE DETECTION.

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      "Jack Barnes never gets left, you bet."

      "That was a close call, though," replied the Pullman porter who had given Mr. Barnes a helping hand, in his desperate effort to board the midnight express as it rolled out of Boston. "I wouldn't advise you to jump on moving trains often."

      "Thank you for your good advice, and for your assistance. Here's a quarter for you. Show me to my section, I am nearly dead, I am so tired."

      "Upper ten, right this way, sir. It is all ready for you to turn in."

      When Mr. Barnes entered the coach, no one was in sight. If there were other passengers, they were abed. A few minutes later, he himself was patting two little bags of feathers, and placing one atop of the other in a vain attempt to make them serve as one pillow. He had told the porter that he was tired, and this was so true that he should have fallen asleep quickly. Instead, his brain seemed specially active, and sleep impossible.

      Mr. Barnes, Jack Barnes, as he called himself to the porter, was a detective, and counted one of the shrewdest in New York, where he controlled a private agency established by himself. He had just completed what he considered a most satisfactory piece of work. A large robbery had been committed in New York, and suspicion of the strongest nature had pointed in the direction of a young man who had immediately been arrested. For ten days the press of the country had been trying and convicting the suspect, during which time Mr. Barnes had quietly left the Metropolis. Twelve hours before we met him, those who read the papers over their toast had been amazed to learn that the suspect was innocent, and that the real criminal had been apprehended by the keen-witted Jack Barnes. What was better, he had recovered the lost funds, amounting to thirty thousand dollars.

      He had had a long chase after his man, whom he had shadowed from city to city and watched day and night, actuated to this course by a slight clue in which he had placed his faith. Now, his man fast in a Boston prison, he was on his way to New York for requisition papers.