Against Odds: A Detective Story. Lynch Lawrence L.

blown; and he dropped upon the bench, and stretched his legs, and pulled off his hat, like a weary man who means to enjoy a little well-earned rest.

      I knew him too well to display any curiosity, and I merely sorted out from the bundle of letters still unopened in my hand those bearing his name, and laid them upon his knee, and with merely a nod and smile, by way of greeting, addressed myself to my own.

      The first was a brief business document; the next a schoolboy's letter, short, of course, from a young brother, my sole living tie and charge. The third was from our chief, and I saw, upon opening it, that it was addressed, within, to both of us.

      'Dave,' I ventured, 'may I interrupt?'

      'You can't,' he replied. 'I've done. They're of no consequence,' and he thrust the two missives I had given him into his loose side-pocket. 'Blaze away, boy.'

      The letter was not long, and, after some minor instructions and some suggestions, came this passage:

      '"I wonder if either of you remembers the case of the Englishman who wrote us at much length some six months ago concerning his son, 'lost or missing' – we did not succeed in finding him in New York – "'

      'And small wonder,' chuckled Dave, whose memory was a storehouse. 'We hadn't even the skeleton of a description.'

      '"In New York, you remember,"' I read on, '"and it has seemed to me that you may as well look out for him in your intervals of leisure, if there are such."'

      'Old man's growing sarcastic,' grumbled my friend.

      '"It's a good thing, if successful,"' I continued; '"and the Fair is the best place in the world for a 'hide out.' If the young fellow's above-ground I'll wager something he's in Chicago now; that is, if he really did come to America a year ago, as his fond father (?) writes. I enclose for your further information his letter; and I would be proud of the fact if you two fellows could unearth him at the Columbian City. I give you carte blanche for the case."'

      'Umph! That means roll up your sleeves and go in.'

      I took up the copy of the Englishman's letter. 'Shall I read it?' I asked, 'or is it – '

      'Don't say "engraven on your memory,"' implored Dave. 'Yes – go ahead.'

'"Dundalk House,'"January 3, 1893.

      '"Messrs. – .

      '"Gentlemen, – On November 6th, in the year 1892, Carroll L. Rae, Esq., of Dundalk House, left his home, ostensibly for a few days in London. He was never seen again at Dundalk, and we have been accurately informed that he sailed for America in that same month. Being of age, he drew from his bankers while in London one thousand pounds, the full amount deposited to his credit; since that time no trace of him has been found.

      '"Carroll L. Rae is twenty-six years of age, and tall, lacking one-half inch of being six feet in height. He is slender, broad-shouldered, upright; fair skin, blue eyes, brown hair; features regular and refined; hair worn very short, but inclined to curl close to skull; strong in athletic sports; a graduate of Queen's College; has small, aristocratic feet and hands; a skilled horseman; sings a fine and unusually high tenor; has a singularly strong control over all animals. We have no portrait of him since childhood. Has strong leaning toward military life and somewhat literary tendencies. Am prepared to send blank cheque for the payment of expenses of thorough search, and add as reward when found two thousand pounds. Address all correspondence to

'"Sir Hugo Rae,'"Dundalk House, Egham,'"Surrey."'

      'Umph!' broke out Brainerd, when I had read the last word. 'Typical old English paterfamilias! Tyrannical, I'll be bound. I'll bet something the young fellow ran away from parental tyranny. How did the thing come out at the first attempt? I don't seem to recall it.'

      'And for a good reason. You were in Canada, and I was occupied with that Rockville murder. I think they put Sturgis on the case. English himself, you know.'

      'Yes – well?'

      'Well, as nearly as I remember, Sturgis advertised, to begin, "something to his advantage," etc.'

      'Of course!' contemptuously.

      'This failed, and he made the tour of the hotels, swell places first, then going down in the scale, hunted the registers; haunted the places most affected by the English tourist; halted good-looking, or English-looking, blond young men until they turned on him. In fact, tried all the dodges – and failed.'

      'Of course! It's one thing to find a person who has been hidden, and quite another to search for one who hides himself. What do you think has set the chief to looking this lost son up here, and through us?'

      'Why, you know his ways – he seldom stops to explain; but I fancy he may have heard again from Sir Hugo Rae.'

      I took up the two sheets, and was about to thrust them into their envelope, when Brainerd suddenly said:

      'Hold on, boy! there's something written across the back of that copied letter.'

      I turned it over and read the half-dozen lines written thereon:

      '"Carroll Rae, if found, is to be told at once that his brother, Sir Hugo, is dead."'

      'Oh!' ejaculated Brainerd; 'so it's not his father. Well, that alters things. We may be able to find a Sir Carroll Rae, especially as he must have about exhausted that thousand pounds if he has been doing the States in true English style.'

      'At any rate,' I added, 'it's on our books. I suppose one may keep an eye out for a swell young Englishman here as well as elsewhere. It's only one more face in the crowd.'

      'And that reminds me,' said my friend. 'This business almost put it out of my head. I took a turn on that Intramural road this afternoon.'

      'Yes?' I knew better than to interrupt at this point.

      'And I saw, I am sure I saw – whom do you think?'

      'Dave, that's like a woman! I'm surprised at you. You saw Delbras.'

      'Wrong! I saw, I'm certain of it, Greenback Bob.'

      'Good!'

      'He was dressed very swell – you might have mistaken him for one of the board of directors; but it was Bob.'

      'And you piped him home, of course?' I queried.

      'Of course I didn't. He was going one way, and I the other, each on an Intramural car.'

      'Oh! and you were running to stop the car, and Bob, when I saw you at Mount Vernon Station,' I said wickedly; 'did you overtake it?'

      'I did – just.'

      'And Bob?' eagerly.

      'Well,' with a grin, 'I'm sorry to disappoint you, but when I jumped on board, at the last moment, I found that Bob had got off while I got on. In fact, I saw him going downstairs as I was borne away to Fifty-seventh Street. There, boy, don't look so mournful; it's all in the game. I couldn't find a trace of him; but we know he's here.'

      I had decided on the night of my arrival, after pondering late the adventure of the black bag, or, as I now described it to myself, Miss Jenrys' bag, upon my course of action concerning it.

      In her letter to her friend she had mentioned the entrance at Fifty-seventh Street as being near their place of abode, and I had promised myself that I would be early at that gate to watch for the coming of Miss Jenrys, and to restore her property – what else?

      But I had not counted upon a diamond robbery at the very beginning of my World's Fair adventures, and as I wished to go unaccompanied, I did not attempt to stand guard at evening.

      But the second morning saw me at an early hour alone, and so near the gate at Fifty-seventh Street that I could in no possible way miss the lady should she appear.

      I had not needed to avoid Dave. He had been prompt to tell me that he meant to put in the day looking for Greenback Bob, and that he should 'do his looking' upon Midway.

      'And why Midway?' I had asked him.

      'Because, if there's a place that is better than all other places in which to hide one's self, that place is the Midway.'

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