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DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER, 111 i +t pe 7%, We 4 wins CHAPTER XXVI. “)MOVAITIN’ FOR IT! I VANT IT! I VANT IT!” The two detectives would have followed the Englishman chad not the three “ hawks” stepped softly from the room to the baluster of the stair-way, peering after him until the door below had closed behind his departing form. _ As it did so “Jack, the Fork,” said, with a laugh: “Well, ha! ha! ha! whatis it? Has he got the monkeys —in—his—ears from over ’boosing ?’—or is he a dead crank, and off because he is off ?” “Nix,” returned Goucher; “that fellow’s either a ‘high- tober’ himself after an ‘elephant, or he’s in the employ of a ‘king-gounoff.’ ” _“ And that’s my way of thinking,” said “Tom, the Frog.” “For the ‘cocum bloke’ knows a thing or two, and got what he wanted ina ‘bene’ way. He’s had dealings with ‘crooked’ people before, and means murder—you can bet!” _ Well, he’s got us on for nothing ; let him go as he please,” quoth Goucher. “And we’ve here his five hun- - dred ‘cases’ to divide for a good day’s work. Come in, and 1711 whack.” As the door of the den closed and bolted behind the three “hawks,” the street door opened softly, and a Polish Jew, with bright, twinkling little eyes, peered within the hall- way. He was of the regular Baxter street type of old-clothes’ men, and wore a full, tattered black beard. A long, well-worn ulster of brown stuff covered his diminutive form, and a square, old-fashioned stiff hat sat low upon his frowzy head. In his left hand he carried a glass jar wrapped about with brown paper. His glance seemed to convince him that all was right, for entering the hall-way and closing the door behind him, he softly ascended the steps toward the room in which the proceeds of the sand-bag transaction were in process of division. Pausing without the door he peered through the crack of the ill-fitting peep hole slide. Convinced that matters stood as he desired, he rapped gently upon the door. Ecomicbooks (e(6)