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Creator: Barr, Robert, 1850-1912
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"The second Chicago?" asked Lecocq. "And where is that, pray?" "Why, Paris, of course," said Speed. Lecocq laughed. "You are incorrigible, you Chicagoans. And what is the piece of business?" "It is the old thing, monsieur. A mystery to be unravelled. Mr. Brenton here wishes to retain you in his case." "And what is his case?" was the answer. Lecocq was evidently pleased to have a bit of real work given him. [Illustration: The detective.] Speed briefly recited the facts, Brenton correcting him now and then on little points where he was wrong. Speed seemed to think these points immaterial, but Lecocq said that attention to trivialities was the whole secret of the detective business. "Ah," said Lecocq, sorrowfully, "there is no real trouble in elucidating
The Cash Boy

A REVELATION A group of boys was assembled in an open field to the west of the public schoolhouse in the town of Crawford. Most of them held hats in their hands, while two, stationed sixty feet distant from each other, were "having catch." Tom Pinkerton, son of Deacon Pinkerton, had just returned from Brooklyn, and while there had witnessed a match game between two professional clubs. On his return he proposed that the boys of Crawford should establish a club, to be known as the Excelsior Club of Crawford, to play among themselves, and on suitable occasions to challenge clubs belonging to other villages. This proposal was received with instant approval. "I move that Tom Pinkerton address the meeting," said one boy. "Second the motion," said another. As there was no chairman, James Briggs was appointed to that position, and put the motion, which was unanimously carried.
that mystery. I hoped it would be something difficult; but, you see, with my experience of the old world, and with the privileges one enjoys in this world, things which might be difficult to one below are very easy for us. Now, I shall show you how simple it is." "Good gracious!" cried Speed, "you don't mean to say you are going to read it right off the reel, like that, when we have been bothering ourselves with it so long, and without success?" "At the moment," replied the French detective, "I am not prepared to say who committed the deed. That is a matter of detail. Now, let us see what we know, and arrive, from that, at what we do not know. The one fact, of which we are assured on the statement of two physicians from Cincinnati, is that Mr. Brenton was poisoned." "Well," said Speed, "there are several other facts, too. Another fact is that Mrs. Brenton is accused of the crime." "Ah! my dear sir," said Lecocq, "that is not pertinent." "No," said Speed, "I agree with you. I call it very impertinent." Brenton frowned, at this, and his old dislike to the flippant Chicago man rose to the surface again. The Frenchman continued marking the points on his long forefinger.