regardless..of the driving rain. Fi'ar clown the track came a
light—yes—two lanterns. How slow they seemed to move
to her—now they seemed to stop and stagger—then to start
anew on the run. Nearer they came—then a voice cried,
"No. 9 in a slide—poles tore cab off engine and hurt fireman
—engine down bank—coaches off—no passengers hurt!"
May sprang to the keys while the new-comer stumbled up
the stairs. The door opened and Phil Weston, with a red
bandage across his head and blood flowing from a scalp
wound, entered. The red and white lanterns rolled to the
floor and Ed Grinwal, catching his old chum as he fell, look
ed in amazement at the "fair unknown" as she cried. "Oh,
Brother Phil! Is i.t you?"
HAD been working for Bond & Co., Bankers, for several
years and was now their confidential clerk. One morn
ing in December of 19—, I was sitting in the private office
working upon the typewriter. Mr. Bond, the senior member
of the firm,. had just come, and was looking over the morn
ing mail, when one of the junior clerks gave me a card bear
ing the name of John Smith, Detective. I gave the card to
Mr. Bond, who said, "I never heard of the man, but show
him in and I will see what he wants."
The stranger came in, and at once proceeded to talk busi
"l called to see you about the robbery, Mr. Bond. I
am a detective, have been in the business for twenty years
ILnd flatter myself that I am familiar with most of the
crooks."
When he had finished Mr. Bond was facing him with an
His Chum's Sisk,
DETECTIVE SMITH.
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