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Chapter NumberII
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Full Date1887-04-09
Page Number13
Word Count1359
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Newspaper TitleThe Maitland Mercury and Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW : 1843 - 1893)
Trove TitleA Long Chase
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.i un DETECTUT/S rvrii.

Ncv York a aristocracy took up its abode fiist at ti « Batteiy From theie it was pushed by degree» up anl up until it has now left nile bnhmd it, walking its piogicss bj patehes heio and th io of

quiet, ol 1-fashioned house»

Whiles er there is a »pot in the gieat citj whcie business has not intiuded, theie ninj be »een a si opj Hoc! of dwelling houses-boaulmg houses foi the mo= t part In such hoiiacs uobodj 1 uows lila ncighboi noi eales to

In one of these hou=os in Tenth stioet, ncai Second avenue In ed old Sim Cartel, the detective

He owned the house and admitted only such ten- ants as he «aw fit into the fiist and second floois, while he kept for himself the third and fomth


He wanted seclusion and had it

?\\ hile the rich bankoi and the Police Inspectoi weie consulting togothei, old Sim sat in a cosy room totsting his feet by an open fire

An open book vi as m his hand, but he v. as not leading

His eyes keen in spite of the age that had oilv tred Ins hair weie looking through an open dooi and weie resting with a gleam of delight on a young man ia an adjoining loom Once ke stepped to and stood in the doorway, a deeply inteie3ted spectator

of the »tfene beyond

And v, eil might any lo\ ei of phj sical manhood îejoicc at the sight before old Sim s ej es

Stripped to th» waist, his nethct limbs cased in tight stood a pierfect athlete

Small boxing glo\ es w eie m his hand and 1 c was, with scientific poise and foiee, putting m blow on blow on a swinging sand bag

The easy swing of the arms, the genllj elastic .movement of the lower limbs, and the aleit, gi ace fui cannage of the head told a stoiy of complete development to the expert judge in such matteis

And th» physical training of young Nick Caitei was complete

No muocle was ovei developed Eveiy muscle was in harmonious working with its fellows and m conse¿ueuce the giaeeful, handsome, inoffensive lool ing jouug joung man was without i peel

Gianti weie lil e childi en m his gi asp He could fell an o\ with one blow of his small compact fist

Old Sim Cartel had made the phy&ical dev elop ment of his son one of the studies of his life

Only one of the studios, howevei "iouug îuck s mind was stoied with knowledge-knowledgf of a peculiar soi fc

His giay eye, had, like an Indian ¡J, been tiained to take in minutest details, while his memoiy was trained to keep such details fiesh foi use

His itch full voice could inn the gamut of sounds, from the old woman's bioken, querulous squeak ii the deep, hoaicc note» of x bmlj nifllau

And lus handsome face could, in an instant, be distoited into any one of a hunched types of umecognizable ugliness

He was a master of the ait of disguise, and could so tiansform himself that even old Sim could not îecognise him

And In» intellect, natiually keen is 11 i/oi blade, had been mciedibly shaiponcd by the ludicious

eultiv ation of the astute old man

"N hj ?

The nason maj be leadily guessed, and will be made plain eie the fathel and sou have had many

words togethei

Isick had tikcn oft the glove-, and wa piemg the room slowly while he piaetised the muscle» of his w nsts with a pair of light wooden dumb bells

The old man had commenced reading his book

Suddenly the quick ung of a telephone bell called the old man to t small closet lil o ícoi i opening off

the loom ho sat m

"Hello1 he shouted I hen follow ed an mter\al " Ye-, VI eil What does ho w ant * I enn't take a case like that Please you ? Nonsense Well, 111 see lum Good morning

" What was it, father ? '

"The Inspectoi wants me to take a case For a j moment I thoughtyotu time had come , but it was only a nch man s daughtei um aw ay fiom home Geiald Liv ingstone s the mau "

"Madison squaie ?"

' le»

And the two men indiftoieiitly lesnmed then


About ten inmutes lattei a carnage could be heard stopping in the stieet below Then the door bell lang, and in a few moments a huriiod

kuock was heat d on the dooi

"You a-e Mi Sim Carter?' inquiiedthe visitoi,

as the old man opened the dooi

" I am, and you are Mr. Geraki Livingston/' was the auswer. " Come in, please."

" You know rae then ?" in some surprise. " Do yon also know why I come here ?"

" Partly, but jilease tell mo yourself." The banker looked anxiously around.

" We are alone," said old Sim, interpreting the glance. He had shut the door leading to his son's


" The Inspector sent me to you. Ho said you never failed. Can you help mo ?"

" I never have failed because I have never taken a case unless I knew I would succeed. You have not told me wtoat your case is. When I know I will tell you if I will take it."

For a reason he could not explain to himself the banker began to feel the «ame confidence in the old man that the Inspector had expressed, and in spite of the coolness with which he was treated ho determined to try his utmost to engage the detec-

tive's services.

He told his story much as he had told it to the Inspector, and the detective questioned him to the

same effect.

Old Sim thought silently for several seconds. It ?was a case in which much money could be earned but he did not need money.

The banker's distress affected him ; but could not fifty other detective« do the work at well as ho ?

For, as it seemed to him, the task was an easy? on*. Had it been a hard one he might Le anxious to undertake it. But no, it was to» ea*.y. He would not take it, He lifted his head to speak.

Suddenly the shf ill notes of a canary broke out in the next room, and as suddenly stopped. v I "Excuse mo," exclaimed the man, hastily rising.

" Something is the matter with my bird. " I'll

return in a moment."

He went into his son's room, shutting the door

behind him.

" Well, Nick, what's up now ?"

Nick, it is haidly necessary lo say, was the


" You were going to refuse, father ?"


"I think it's my chance." " Why ?"

" I don't think you sajv his face as I did."


" May I go and talk with him ?"

The old man smiled good-naturedly.

"What, Nick, going to teach your own» daddy ?" " No, father," said Nick, with doep feeling, " I'm going to profit by your teaching."

" Oh, I'm not jealous, lad. The old mau laughed silently, and cast a look full of lovi»g pride at the young man's eager face. " Go and talk while I do the looking on-"

" Wait a moment," said Nick.

And with a lightning-like rapidity ha began to work before the glass.

In five minutes he stood before his father another old Sim Carter.

" Will you trust your reputation in my hands t" ho asked, with a smile.

" Good, good !" crie'd the old man in delight, " I'll trust you. If there'* anything in it you'll get it out. And now to sec what those sharp eyes of yours saw that mine did not."

When young Nick sat down with the banker a moment later, that gentleman had no suspicion that the person before him was not the same person with whom he had been talking.