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EXPERIENCES OF A DETECTIVE. By James McGovan. NO, 26.-THE CURLY WIG. t HE place had not been bro- ken into, yet it had been robbed of up- warda.of £400. The money, too, bad been taken from the iron safe, the keya of which were .1 kept ny um casaier, ana riie lodes ot that safe had never been tampered with. The plaee is » laxge one in the Mew Town, embracing » whole land of houses, and the money taken re- presented the drawings taken in the establishment during the Saturday afternoon. All the doors and windows were well protected, and not one had been injured. For additional security a porter lived on the premises, and he was positive that no one could have entered that part of the building without his knowledge; indeed, the cashier's room, in which stood the safe, could be entered only by going through the porter's dwell- ing-house, or by the front door of the shop. The front door had never been opened, and the porter'* < bouse had not been empty from the Saturday might till the Monday morning, on account of his wife being ill. But there was something even more mysterious about the robbery. The cashier himself, George Walters by name,was the first to discover the loss. He did not come quite so early as the others, but when he did appear, be called to one of the younger shop lads to go to the bank with some money. The lad followed him into his room ? saw him take the keys of the safe from hie desk,, spen the safe, and bring out a tin cash-box. The cash- box was absolutely empty, and the cashier gave a great start, uttering a cry of amazement. Where has the money gone to ?" was his stupe- led question, one which the apprentice could not be expected to answer. A rapid search through the safe and his own desk proved two things— that everything was in order as he had left it, but that all the money had vanished. "See if Mr Simpson has come, and tell Alec Saunders to come here," the cashier ordered, look- pallid enough. "The safe has been robbed (ince Saturday." Mr Simpson was one of the principals of the firm; Alec Saunders was the porter, and both were soon in the cashier's room, hearing him break the astounding news. Another search was immediately made by Mr Simpson, with no success, and then the three men ttood aud stared at each other. "It must have been done after you left on Saturday night, sir," remarked Saunders. "Saturday afternoon, you mean," replied Walters, in quick correction* No, nicht—ye were here at nicht," pusisted Saunders. Not after live o clock." Yes, about half-past eight; ye surely forpt," persisted the porter. I let you in mysel' You must have been dreaming," warmly re- turned Walters. I was—was much better en- gaged at the time. If you let anyone in at that time it must have been the thief." I let in nae thief--at least, I let in naebody but you," equivocally returned Saunders. Ye came at about half-past eight, and went away in hait-an-hour or 1ese-that I'll swear to." The cashier turned to his employer, and be- stowed upon him a peculiar look, as much as to I say, You hear him You will not have far to I look for the robber. At the same time Saunders looked at Mr Simpson as darkly and significantly. He was an I old and trusted servant of the firm, nearly sixty years of age. Walters, on the other band, was under thirty, good looking, and a great favourite in company,so he might be supposed to yield more readily to temptation. The discussion grew warm, and Mr Simpson could not decide between them, and did the only thing remaining to be done—sent for the police. All three were present when I arrived, and the facts which 1 have stated were soon laid before me. Had the matter been less serious, the eager and earnest expression of the faces of the porter and the cashier would have amused me. Liberty THIC POSTER'S STOBT. I and reputation depended with both upon the im- pression made by their statements, and both were even more emphatic in their declarations than they ad been before their employer alone. At length got rid of Saunders by sending him to see if hie wife was able to confirm his statements, and then said to Walters— "You teem to think that the porter knows something of this robbery, or that be has at least assisted those who executed it?" That is clear enough. How else could it-have been done I" was his confident reply. He has opened my desk with sialso key got the key of the safe, and so taken the money. Search his house, amd I'm pretty sure you'll find the money." M But why were yoa so careless as to leave the keys in your desk ?' "It has always been done for convenience," Mr Simpson hastened to say, so that either I or Mr Walters could get them, if tha other chanced to be absent. We have each a key to the desk." And are you quite sure that no one got at yoor key 1" "Positive of that. Here is the bunch, and they hive never been out of my pocket." And you ? I added, turning to Walters. W My key has never been out of my pocket sithar," be firmly answered. I took the key ia my hand. It was of the most Common description, and the lock the same-just tucb a lock as could be easily picked with a bent wire or the blade of a penknife. I took a bunch of keys from my own pocket, fitted one without difficulty, and locked and unlocked the desk before their eyes. Just then the porter returned, and said that his wife remembered of him leewing her bedside to let someone in, and of hearing someone go out about balf-an-bour later, when her hnsband noarked that it was only Mr Walters, who had been looking over his books. The woman was still in bed, but was abie to sea Xte if I wished. Have yoa any keys ?" I asked of Sana dew. He took a bunch irom his pocket, but none of them fitted the lock of the cashier's desk. Have you no more "No another key in the hoose, sir," was has Mswer; bnt not half-an-bour later I found several in a little box of tools, nails, and other odd. and ends, in his kitchen cupboard, and one of these did open the cashier's desk. I went with him to speak with his wife, and ia going be suddenly whispered te me— "I see you've a gttid idea wba tb e thief is," J Indeed r* Yes, It's the man himael' "What man!" "The cashier, Waltem. He swears ha was pever here on Saturday nicht. I let him in my- gftl'-—saw him wi' my &in een. the man that can swear to sic a thing is fit for eny thing. Ye should sip him up, and then gang oqt to his mother's and look for the money. If ye dinna get it there-if fee's no the thief-I'll let ye/tak" me in his place." « Are you quite sure it W-as he?" ffNaeboày could mistake him for anybody else long as be wears that early hair. He's aa pcoed ch;t-tai' V v,/hotic*dcne«»r* adlmrad %hem j r- *■ w cUzk bror/n, acu a crown Z "i. I eetuu « *• :r the prison .jx-k, .,f <kw I tbem. Th. I bar-^r w. uld hav-fun ay IB1? to i the porter s two pU,* ) the opposite point, especially when I found that one of the rusty keys from his kitchen press opened the desk of the cashier. I went back to Mr Simpson strongly inclined to take the porter with me, although there was no trace of the stolen money in his place. Mr Simpson, however, was Matronly inclined to suspect his cashier, and advised the arrest of Walters alone. Under these circumstances I thought it best to take both. The porter looked grief-stricken, but not surprised, but the cashier stared at me as if unable to believe his own ears. "I never in all my life beard of a more prepos- terous charge," he passionately exclaimed. You I suspect me on that man's declaration of coming here on Saturday night to take away that money, when, if I had been so inclined, I could easily have taken it with me at five o'clock. It is out- trageous!" "Y ou are not charged with taking the money at any particular time/' I replied: but it might help your case if your can prove an alibi for that hour. Where were;you at halt-past eight o'clock on Saturday night ?" He did not answer readily. He stopped; glanced uneasily in the direction of his employer, now looking stern enough; stammered a little, and then said that he would rather not say where he bad been. It is useless for you to say that you might have taken the mouey with you at five o'clock;" inter- posed Mr Simpsoa," for I was at the safe, and saw the money there, at least half-an-hour after you left." "Oh, indeed. Then, are you quite sure that you locked everything up as you found it?" coolly inquired Walters. Mr Simpson tried to transfix his cashier, with a look, and then wrathfully answered— Well, I think I did It is not likely that I would attempt to rob myself. You decline to say where you were on Saturday night at half-past eight o'clock; Saunders declares you were here, and we find the safe cleared of all the cash. I think no one in hia senses could doubt bow the thing was done." "Thank ye, sir," cried the porter; "Idinna care though I'm ta'en to jail, so long all I ken that you dinna suspect me." I looked at the man keenly. He appeared to be perfectly sincere in his exclamation; and there waa even a moisture in his eye and quiver on his lip that spoke of emotions not quite compatible with the idea of an active part in the robbery. Yet I still clung to the idea that the porter and not the cashier waa the criminal. The cashier's face waa open and frank, aud his glance so clear and honest, that I could not believe him guilty. And if Walters declined to say where be had spent the Saturday evening, the porter was as helpless to explain how he had declared that the keys in his pocket were the only ones he possessed, and yet kept one in his press which opened the cashier s desk. The key had lain there for years, he said, and he had never thought of trying to open any desks with it. I searched his house, but, of course, found none of the money—with a great place like that at his command it was not likely that he would conceal stolen money in bis own small dwelling. We walked to the Central together, the cashier chatting pleasantly by my side, and the porter following behind. No handcuffing was needed, and neither of my prisoners made any attempt to escape. Both repeated their declarations of innocence, and were them locked np, while I went out to Walter's house to search for the missing money. The house, I found, was kept by bis sister, who expressed the warmest indignation at the insult which had been offered to her brother by even suspecting him of such a crime. She did not know where he had been on the Saturday night. He had gone out about half-past seven and re- turned about eleven, and she had the idea that be bad been at the theatre, though be had not said so. She was a superior girl, and helped me to search the whole house—a small half-flat of two rooms and a kitchen, I turned out Walters' books and papers, opening some of the drawers with the keys which bad been taken from him at the office, bat I found more love-letters than money. The love-letters were delightful to me, but ap- peared to be a sore shock to bis sister, who read them over my shoulder, declaiming all the while against him for never letting her know that be had a sweetheart. "To think of him being so sly!" she said, "and all the while be was tormenting me un. mercifully if I just looked at anyone." Ah, well, with all his tormenting, I have no doubt be never found out the right one to torment you about—eh ?" I laughingly rejoined. "Indeed, you are right!" she returned, with the greatest elation, to which I added- "Ah, we are all pretty much alike in these matters." I had now discovered that the cashier, in spite of his frank face, bad a fair share of cunning, but I wanted to find out more. The love-letters were beautifully written both as to penmanship and language, but they bore no address, and were signed simply with the name "Emily." The heading bore the date, and even the hour, at which the letters had been written, aud these were recent enough. One, indeed, had been written only a week before, and spoke of there being U a chance of seeing him on Saturday." The moment these words met my eye, the sister, who was reading with me, exclaimed— ThereI now you know where be waa on Satur- day, and why he didn't like to say so. He has been away seeintr this precious sweetheart of bis." "Perhaps. We have no proof that he went, but if be did the lady and her friends will be able to testify to that effect. Who is the young lady who signs herself Emily f Hia sister had not the faintest idea. None of her acquaintances were so named, and none of them wrote so beautifully, or in the style of pen- manship. The old think was a revelation to Miss Walters, and I could see that she was not sure whether to be glad or angry with her brother for the entanglement. "Let him torment me after this!" she said, with determination in her bright eyes and pretty face," I think I'll be ready for him Poor, trusting sister she did not see the case in all its seriousness, or seem for a moment to expect that her brother waa in danger of not being at home for many years. I looked into their joint bank-book, and found that they were anything but rich. JEMO would have been a little fortune to them. Tbia artless, pure-minded sister seemed to believe that Emily was as good as herself. I took a harsher view, and inclined to the belief that the £400 would never come near that humble home, but go bodily into Emily's pocket. Where waa Emily! and how could I get at her? I thought that the case would be greatly simplified if I could find out that woman at once, and search the place before much of the money had melted. Wahers had professed to be ready to give any assistance In hia power for the unravelment. Now waa the time to take him at hia word. According to his sUter, ha. had never expresaed an intention of going abroad or leaving the city suddenly—the money could not therefore have been intended for that, and the natural inference was that it had gone to Emily, as such sums have gone tobundreds of Emilys before. I left the house resolved to give Walters another trial, and if be cleared (himself, then to begin on the porter. I did not expect him to willingly reveal more than he had already done, but now I had more information at my back and could force answers. He seemed to think, when I appeared before him, that I had come to tell bim that be was free, and looked disappointed and scared when I said— I have found out where you were on Saturday night. You were with Emily." A low exclamation—almost a groan escaped him, and hia bands were clenched together in agitation and despair. "Does he know ?" he asked in a husky tone. He? who!" I unguardedly replied. He started, looked at me curiously, and then, I suppose, reading in my face how little I really knew, drew back, and would make ns more ad- missions. I asked him for Emily's address and some particulars regarding herself, but be remained damb. He would not even say that be had been in her company, though, as I pointed out, hee evidence to that effect might set him at liberty. "You are ruining your case," I shortly re- marked. I cannot help it," he coolly replied. Better tbattban-" Than incriminating ber ? I suggested with a sneer. It is always &0 in such cases." Ha looked at me angrily and said— "I don't know what you mean by incrimina- ting her—will you explain ? "You will not say where she lives, nor deny that you were with her OIl Saturday night; the, inference of the jury will be that she has got that, missing money." Good God ia 'it possible ? be returned in horrified tones. "Why, what do >ou take her for?" A woman, of course." J "A lady, sir; and as far removed from 5*ob an'' action as the sun is from the earth. He raved away in that strain for some time, but I had to leave him at last, aa wise as when I came, for though he asserted many things in his defence and here, be would give proof of nothing. The same day the statement of the porter received confirmation from a man employed in the place, who firmly declared that ou the Saturday nisrht, in passing the gentry leading into the porter's house, he had seen the cashier issue from the stair. A street lamp stands near that entry mouth, and by the lig-htof that the lad said be distinctly recognised Walters. The time was about nine o'clock. The result was the release of the porter, and the committal of Walters. It seemed clear that he would be convicted, and he was strongly advised to plead guilty, in order to make the sentence light. Things were in that position when I waa called upon at the Central one afternoon by a young lady, tall, graceful, and dignified, but very young —not above nineteen, I think. She appeared to be greatly excited, and changed colour twenty times in as many momenta while asking me to give her a few minutes to speak of an important caM then in my hands. The case was that of the cashier. „ "My name is Emily Simpson, abe continued, with her eyes on the floor and her face chaining colour rapidly, as I have indicated, "and I have come to say that Mr Walters spent the Saturday evening with me. He came a little after seven, and did not go away till nearly eleven o clock, so it ia impossible that he could have been over at the New Town between- eight and nine." "Xhtsay » v v^cone sue to support your avidence She flushed, anc Resitted. There was no one else ihsre. Papa and the others were out ar a party Oh, u.-laed but there wt-^ld be the servant ,yho admitted hun," Her o btusion Lacaa-.e lore and more painful. Good gvacious and I wL.^tled aloud before f I tficciiecM-u tt-is, i wa«.m a pteseactji f'&o yon re-iliy mean t" aY that you wers there alone with Air Walterx?" The poor trembling creature burst into tears, and that upaot me even more than her extraerdi- nary statement had done. I know it was very wrong, but we see each other so seldom, and be loves meso madly, that I could not deny him a little happiness when there was a chance," she brokenly murmured as soon aa I had soothed down her robbing. And papa is so stern, and wants me to marry somebody of his choosing, and I know he would have turned poor George away the moment he knew that there was any love between us. Oh now I begin to understand. You are the daughter of his employer." Yes, sir, it must all come out now, and papa will very likely kill me, but I don't care if I only save George. It is horrible that he should suffer for the crime of that old wretch of a porter, and all because be is too noble to betray me." Are you quite sure he waa with you ? Are you not merely saying so with a view to saving him?" I would not let it be known for all the world if there was any other way of saving him," she answered, with perfect simnlicity and with truth written in every line of her sweet face. I had expected just such an answer, and though she little knew it, I had her own letter there in my drawer making that very appointment for the Saturday night. I dismissed Miss Emily with as much comfort and consolation as I could conjure up, and then went over to break the news as gently as possible to her father. I had expected anger, but I was quite unprepared for the suffoca- 1 ting rage and fury which he displayed. I thought for a moment that he was about to drop off in a fit, but he retained his senses, and expended the whole wealth of his vocabulary upon his dastardly cashier. He was now positive that the man who had stolen his daughter's affections bad also stolen his money, and be said that he would not feel safe or comfortable till the wretch was tried, con- victed, and sent into penal servitude. As soon as I could get a word of i;en%e out of him I found that his evidence'so far confirmed the statement of his daughter. He had been at a party on Satur- day nipht, with the "ther members of the family, leaving Emily at home alone with the servant. Then the servant herself, when I went out to Mayfield Loan to see her, admitted having been out by Miss Emily's permission for three hours on the Saturday night; so that unwittingly I had helped to prove a very clear case of alibi. ThuiI driven from one line of action, I consoled myself by again arresting the porter. But in thinking over the case it had gradually become forced upon me that neither the porter nor the cashier could have been the thief. The porter, indeed, might have been tried with some hope of a conviction but for the evidence of that shop lad, who swore so positively to seeing the cashier issue from the entry at nine o'clock. How the mystery waa un- ravelled is not very flattering to myself or my powers, but nevertheless it shall be put down in all its simplicity. In standing at the theatre door one night on duty with a chum, I saw a fast-looking fellow chaffing and daffing with same of my bairns, and asked who be was. "His name is Jim Falcon," was the reply. He was once a draper, but be went wrong, and has been in twice." The last information was almost unnecessary, for Falcon still bore the trace of his confinement in the prison crop. But it WM bis face which attracted me most. I felt sure that I had seen it before—quite recently—bnt with more hair on the head. My companion said it was impossible, but I stuck to my opinion, and so the snbject dropped. In going home that night through the dark streets, the face of Falcon seemed to rise before my mind's eye, and lo a crop of CUrli grew upon the bare poll, and the features became those of George Walters, the cashier He had been a draper, too, and was now flush of money, though only a few weeks out of prison. I took a note of the circum- stances and slept on them. Next day I went in search of Falcon's lodgings. I found him m a house in Niddry-street, in a merry company, and with a feast on the table fit for a king. He ad- mitted that the room in which he sat was his own, and I proceeded to search it. I am not sure if I would have done so with such zest and high expec- tations but for the fact that Falcon, who had n>ver been through my hands before, showed the greatest alarm on sighting my face. I expected to find a big bunch of bank-notes, of coarse, but I did not-could not, indeed, for they were not there. But under the bed I found a shabby carpet bag containing some worn shirts, and among other rubbish a curly wig—that is, a wig of glossy brown hair done up in criso curls. I This yours, too ? I said, for be bad admitted ownership ol the ragged shirts, "Yes," he answered, with a queer look into my face, as if be wished to read what was behind the question. "What do you use it for?" I carelessly con- tinued. "Nigger business," he curtly answered. Nigger business ? Why, this is not a oigger'a wig," I said, suspiciously. Well, for music ball singing-cornic songs, you, know," he anxiously added. Let's see you with it on," I quietly requested, holding out the curly wig. He had an objection, but I persuaded him that it would be best to oblige, and be reluctantly drew on the wig. As I had expected, the moment the wig was on and he looked me straight in the face be was the very image of George Walters, the cashier. I took him and the wig with me, and later in the day, was not surprised to learn that Falcon bad, not six months before, been employed in the place from which the JS400 was missing. Indeed, when his hair was grown, as it had been at that time, the striking resemblance between him and the cashier had been so often remarked that Mr Simpson now wondered that he had not recalled the circumstance. Both the porter Saun- ders and the shop lad when shown Falcon, with the wig on, identified him as the man who had entered the premises on the Saturday night; but all doubt was set at rest by the intimation of Falcon that he meant to plead guilty with a view to shortening his sentence. He refused, however, to say whero all the money was, and as only a few pounds were found on his person, it was clear to me that be meant to save the rest against his release. It chauced, however, that a commercial traveller was robbed in the same house but a month after, aud in searching for his property, about JBMO of that stolen by Falcon was found behind the washboard at the back of the bed he bad occupied. Then, and only then, did he admit the identity of the bank-notes, for by that time he was sentenced to nine months' imprisonment, and had nothing to lose or gain by withholding the information. The cashier, on being liberated, was promptly dismissed by Mr Simpson, who immediately set such a watch and guard upon his daughter that all communication between her and her lover waa effectually stopped. The result, however, was not the radical cure which they had expected. Miss Emily made no protest, resented no restraint, and never attempted to make her escape. But her health declined steadily; she refused to eat, and so pined and grieved in solitude that at length the doctor was called. That gentleman chanced to have a great liking for his patient, and, when the facts were made known, possibly stretched a point in giving his advice. If you do not let her marry that man she will die,' was his emphatic verdict. They did not wish their youngest and prettiest daughter to die, so the cashier was allowed to see her, and eventually to marry her. and Mr Simp- son now thinks that be could not have got a better son-in-law though he had chosen one himself.

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