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A DETEGTIVE’S Loss.
Inspector Hookyer had served his
twenty-five years in the detective
force, and his colleagues were enter-
taining him at a little farewell dinner,
in anticipation of his forthcoming re-
tirement. The Chairman having euIOv
gizcd the guest of the evening to an
extent that brought a blush to the face
of that case-hardened officer, the In—
spector rose to reply, and at the finish
he said:
“The Chairman has said that I never
let a man slip through my fingers af-
ter I had once got on his track, but I
am sorry to say he is wrong. I am
bound to acknowledge that once an of-'
fender was too clever for me.”
"Tell . us about it!” arose sponta-
neously from almost every throat; and
Inspector Hookyer,‘ in response to the
request, gave the story."
“It was a good many years ago now
when I had intrusted to me a case of
a young woman named Eliza Thick-
broom, who had een found dead (ev-
idently murdered by having her throat
cut) in some fields adjoining the canal
near a town in Lancashire. She had
been a domestic servant, and was of
a very retiring, staid disposition, and
bore an irreproachable character. Her
friends lived in quite another part of
the country, and her mistress had no
knowledge of her keeping company or
anything of that kind. For some time
I had considerable difficulty in fixing
the crime or any reason for it upon
any one; but at last, after a lot of in-
quiry I ascertained that she had been
walking out with a man named Lam-
prey, who lived near Stockport, in
Cheshire, some thirty miles from
where Eliza Thickbroom resided.
“It seemed that the girl had been in
the habit of spending her holiday,
when she had a day OH, in going to
Stockport, where Lamprey met her,
and that, hearing something to his dis-
credit, 'she had refused to have any-
thing more to do with him, and, so
far, nothing further was known to im-
plicate Lamprey in the crime; but I,
of course, at once took a train to
Stockport and proceeded .to hunt up
Lamprey, and to make inquiries in the
'town where he resided.
“I knew nothing about him except
his name, but from the local police and
cautious questions of one and another,
Iasc‘ertained that he had been a sailor
and was then a ‘steeple-jack,’ and one
of the best climbers known.
“ ‘Jack Lamprey!’ cried one man to
whom I had spoken. ‘Ah, he &n climb
for sure, can Jack! \Vhy, he climbed
up to the very top of you steeple
(pointing to the church hard by, which
had a spire remarkably tall and slen-
der, and very hard to mount). ‘Aftcr
the storm had damaged the weather
cock, Jack climbed up and fixed it all
alone for the parson, and he refused
to be paid for it!’
“The man seemed to look upon Lam-
prey’s refusing payment as more won-
derful than climbing the steeple, and
Well, bit. by bit.
perhaps he was right.
I found little things which, when
pieced together, pointed unmistakably
to Jack Lamprey as the murderer. He
had, until recently, been seen fre-
quently in and about Stockport with
the girl, but for the last two or three
months she had not been observed in
his company. He had been a jolly
sort of fellow, but since the girl had
ceased her visits it had been noticed
that he had become moody and silent,
and he had taken to drink a good deal,
although he had previously been a
most abstemious man.
"He was away from his lodgings on
the night of the murder, and on his
return early the next day he was
travel-stained, as if he had walked a
long way. His landlady remembered
that he had told her he had fallen
down in some chemical works where
he had been on a job, and had stained
his clothes, and she recollected that
immediately after his arrival'home he
had busied himself brushing and
sponging his garments.
“I took every precaution to prevent
any one knowing that he was ‘want-
ed,’ but some ‘pal’ must have got to
suspect it and given him the warning.
The police in Liverpool had been wired
to, and had kept watch of all trains in
the direction of Stockport, and toward
the evening of the second day I re—
ceived the intimation that a man re-
sembling his description had taken the
train and was on his way. Assisted
by a local detective who knew the
man, I watched every passenger out
of the train on its arrival. at Stock-
port, but no Jack Lamprey alighted,
and, on' inquiring of the guard, it
seemed pretty certain that he had got
out at Cheadle, a station a few miles
outside Stockport. ‘
‘It was the beginning of winter, and.
night had set in, so that it was ex-
tremely doubtful if we could follow
the man, but we took a train which
was just going out of. the station, and
in a few minutes were at Cheadle. I
there made certain that my man had
got out. He had booked for Stockport
and had given up his ticket; but do all
we could we could get no trace of him.
He had left the station immediately
on leaving the train; no one knew him,
and we could find no one to tell us
anything more. So, hoping perhaps to
pick up a clew on the road, we walked
back to Stockport, and so on to the
town where he lived. which was a f ".v
miles the other side, but‘our tramp
war in vain. .
In the public house which he free
quested I came across a man to whom
I had previously spoken, who seemed
to know Lamprey in a very distant
sort of way, and I turned the conver-
sation on the man I wanted. '
“ ‘Ah! I’ve just seen- him,’ said the
fellow. ‘About an hour ago, or may-
hap a little more. He was going to
Macclesfield, he said, to catch the ear-
ly train in the morning to Stafford—
shire, where he’s got another job. He
seemed in a mighty hurry, too.’
‘11 had reason afterward to think
that this man was the one who had
given Lamprey warning, but whether
that was so or not his information that
night appeared to be correct, for I met
several people who had seen Jack go-
ing across the fields to Marple, which.
was his best way of getting'to Mac-
clesfield from the place he lived in;
but when I arrived at Marple station
I was at fault again, for no train had
been out for quite two hours, and al~
though I waited till the last train to
Macclesfield had left, Lamprey did not
show up. ' '
“Tired and vexed beyond descrip-
tion, I tramped back and got what rest
I could, hoping that something might
turn up in the morning to assist me in
recovering the ground I had lost.
“Sure enough, the something did
turn up in the morning, and some-
thing which confirmed my fears,
though I "felt that I had got my man
dead if I had missed him alive. The
postman came round soon after 7, be-
fore it was quite light, and I had only
.just got up when a boy came running
with a letter, which had been deliv-
ered at the police station. It bore the
Marple postmark, and was addressed
to ‘The Detective from London.’
“Tearing it open I read something
like this:
“ ‘From John Lamprey. I know you
are after me, and I know what for. I
managed to keep out of your way to-
night, and I meant to try and get
down south, but you are sure to have
me, sooner or later, so I’ve determined
to make an end of it. Look at the
church steeple when you get this to-
morrow morning.’
“The church steeple was a tall and
prominent feature whichever way you
turned, and, I had only to go to the end
of the street to get a full view of it.
When I got there and looked up, I
saw something that gave me a start.
In the uncertain light of the early
morning I could distinguish against the
gray sky, hanging by the neck to one
of the iron loops which serve for a
ladder on the side of the spire, the fig-
iire of a man!
“ ‘So much for Jack Lamprey!’ I said
to myself, as I hurried to the police
Station. “He has saved me any more
trouble’"
“By the time I had been to the sta-
tion and back to the church it was
broad daylight, and, of course, the
body hanging aloft had been seen and
a crowd had already collected, every
one recognizing it as that of Jack
Lamprey.
“ ‘A strange freak,’ I remarked to
the sergeant who was with me.
“ ‘I don’t think so,’ he replied. ‘Jack
had made himself a sort of hero over
going up the spire to repair the vane,
and there was nothing more likely to
occur to his mind than to finish his ca—
reer at the same place.’
l “There was no one round Stockport
fwho would venture up the spire, and
‘a telegram had to be sent to Staly-
,bridge for a man to come and get the
body down. It was past midday be-
fore the steeple-jack arrived, and by
that time half Stockport had heard of
the affair. Work was discarded, and
an immense crowd collected to witness
the sight. Every foot of the man’s
way up the steeple was watched by
thousands of eyes. and when, at last,
he approached the swaying body of
Jack Lamprey, the tongues which had
been loudly wagging were hushed a
if by common consent. '
“I shall never forget the few min-
utes that followed, while the steeple-
jack (now looking the size of a little
child) made his way very cautiously
close up to the body, and fixing a rope
to it, made his preparations for lower-
ing it to his assistant, who was wait—
ing on the top of the square tower 0
receive it. There was something aw-
fully sad and solemn about it all!
“In due course the assistant received
the corpse, which he let down to the
ground, and everyone around me re-
marked that he swung it roughly to
the earth, without showing the respect
which might have been looked for. In
fact, some actually called out ‘Shame!’
“But all at once the hush which had
fallen upon the crowd was broken by
a storm of ejecrs and laughter! The
thing which had given us all this trou-
ble was nothing but a guy! And I
never felt such a fool in all my life.
“So that he might get nearly a day’s
start, Lamprey had cleverly misled me
the night before. While I had been
wasting my time at Marple, he had
been employed in stuffing the suit of
clothes which he had taken from his
lodgings with straw, making a very
passable representation of himself;
and in the middle of the night he had
climbed the steeple (which was child’s
play to him), and left his efligy there
to deceive me and lull me into in’ac—'
tion.
“I need not dwell upon .the chaff 1
received. It is too painful, even now,
for me to recall without annoyance,
but you may be sure that I quickly
made myself scarce.”
It: * * =3 * * $ * *
“Did the fellow get clear away?”
asked some one.
“Yes. no took the train to the east
coast, and succeeded in getting to Hol-
land unnoticed,” replied inspector
Hookyer. "But he hanged himself in
real earnest some considerable time af-
terward, leaving a letter behind admit-
ting his guilt, and stating ,that his con-
science troubled him so that he could
not bear to live.”—Tid-Bits.
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GRANT AND LINCOLN.
THE FIRST INTERVIEW BETWEEN
SOLDIER AND STATESMAN.
General Horace Porter’s Story of the His-
fession of His Ignorance of All Things
Military.
On the evening of March 8 the Pres-
ident and Mrs. Lincoln gave a public
reception at the White House, which
I attended. The President stood in the
usual reception room, known as the
Blue Room, with several Cabinet offi-
cers near him, and shook hands cor-
dially with everybody, as the vast pro-
cession of men and women passed in
front of him. At about 9:30 o’clock a
vsuddgn commotion near the entrance
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] coln. He had arrived from the West
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White House to pay his respects to the
President. He had been in “lashing-
ton but once before, when he visited
it for a day soon after he had left
West Point. Although these two his-
torical characters had never met be-
fore, Mr. Lincoln recognized the Gen»
eral at once from the pictures he had
seen of him. With a face radiant
with delight, he advanced two or three
steps toward his distinguished visitor,
and cried out: “Why, here is General
Grant! IVcll, this is a great pleasure,
I assure you,” at the same“ time seiz-
‘ing him by the hand and shaking it
for several minutes with a vigor which
showed the extreme cordiality of the
welcome.
The statesman and the soldier con-
versed for a few minutes, and then
the President presented his disti7 -
guishcd guest to Mr. Seward. The
strative in his welcome, and after cx-
changing a few words led the General
to where Mrs-Lincoln was standing,
and presented him to her. Mrs. Lin-
coln expressed much surprise and
pleasure at the meeting, and she and
the General chatted together very
pleasantly for some minutes. The
visitors had by this time become so c!
rious to catch a sight of the General
that their eagerness knew no bounds,
and they became altogether unman-
ageable. Mr. Seward‘s consummate
knowledge of the wiles of diplomacy
now came to the rescue and saved the
situation. He succeeded in struggling
through the crowd with the General
until they reached the large East
Room, where the people could circulate
more freely. This, however, was only
a temporary relief. The people by this
time had worked themselves up to a
state of uncontrollable excitement.
The vast throng surged and swayed
and crowded until alarm was felt for
the safety of the ladies. Cries now
arose of “Grant! Grant! Grant!” Then
came cheer after cheer. Seward, after
some persuasion, induced the General
to stand upon a sofa, thinking- the visi—
tors would be satisfied with a view of
him and retire; but as soon as they,
caught sight of him their shouts were
renewed, and a rush was made to
shake his hand. The President scnt
word that he and the Secretary of
War would. await the General’s return
in one of the small drawingrooms, but
it was fully an hour before he was
able to make his way there, and then
only with the aid of several officers
and ushers.
The story has been circulated that
at the conference which then took
place, or at the interview the next
day, the President and the Secretary
of \Var urged General Grant to make
his campaign toward Richmond by the
overland route, and finally persuaded
him to do so, although he had set forth
the superior advantages of the water
route. There is not the slightest foun-
dation for this rumor. General Grant
some time after repeated 'to members
of'his staff just what had taken place,
and no rcferencn whatever was made
to the choice 0 these two routes.—
Century Magazine.
Struck it Right.
“Yes,” said the reader of hats, “I can
tell the moment I look at a hat what
kind of a man the wearer was, how
old, whether tall or short, and other
characteristics. Oh, it’s no trick. I
don’t know how I came by the fac-
ulty.”
“It must be a gift,” suggested one
of us.
“Like second sight or mind
ing,” observed another.
“Bring on your hat,” said a third;
“I’m anxious to see how it works.”
A large number of hats were pro-
duced from one source or another,
large hats, soft hats and stifl hats,
and their ownership was successfully
, conc-.-::l.nd.
The hat reader took a rather- broad-
132'll;:1il&tl soft, shabby hat and began
to inspect it.
“This,” he said, “is the hat of a
tramp.” '
“How do you know?”
“By unmistakable signs. The brim
is turned up in the back; that comes
from often sleeping in haymows or
undr1 trees. It is pulled down in front
to shade the face from inspection.”
“Wonderful. Go on.”
“It’s owner was often hungry. He
has gnawed the brim. He was dis—
honest, for he hid things in the crown.
The shape of the crown shows that he
had the pointed skull of an idiot. Am
I right?” .
“I guess so, old boy,” said the host
of the occasion. “That’s my hat, and
when I was on my walking tour this.
summer I did nearly all you mention.
Try another.” .
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