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104 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. “Did you notice that bill I gave the Dutchman?” asked ” the ‘‘roper.”’ “Ves, me friend.” ‘‘And so it was.” “Then we'll be getting into trouble about it.” ‘“Nonsense! I’ve passed a dozen of them to-day, and my pockets are lined with them now.” “W ell—hic—me friend I'll tell you it’s too dangerous a ‘racket’ to suit my taste.” ‘‘Bah! the bills are made from stolen government plates on stolen government paper. They are correctly num- bered, and I defy the United States treasurer himself to say that they are not genuine.” ‘‘T’m afraid, me friend, you’re flattering the goods too much.” ‘‘Not a bit of it. I’ve shoved over five thousand dollars of the stuff the past two months, and have never heard a squeal. And I’ve got to go around now for more.” - ‘You don’t—hic—sell it yourself, do you ?” ‘‘No, but Pll take you, me friend, where it’s made.” ‘'W hat’s ’e percentage to be made on it?” ‘‘Great; you get five dollars of the queer for every dollar you put out.” “Then, if I should put up five hundred—” ‘“You’d get twenty-five hundred, shove that, and so on to fortune.” By this time the two men had turned up Christie street and reached Delancy. Dropping back to a safe distance, when they had learned the ‘‘racket” to which the ‘‘roper” was steering, the sleuth- — hounds lost the further conversation of the twain. For quite a distance to the eastward, on Delancy street, ‘Jack, the Fork,” led his companion, and suddenly disap- peared with him, in a hall-way adjoining a gloomy looking liquor store. Throwing aside their drunkenness the detectives hastened — briskly on, and in a minute more entered at the same door. They found themselves in a dark and narrow hall-way, and at the foot of a pair of stairs. The hum of voices came from the bar-room near, and from the floor above. Looking to their pistols, they softly ascended the stair- way. in a dark hall-way, at the rear of which was built a neces- — ms Reaching the floor above they perceived that they were A " kay. Sve ek pte comicbooks.com — om ed. ee eur Mary lh ® ¥ > “ - . a ° “s >) te I =D fw ‘ 4 Me a |) e