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- f ie a 82 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. ventures of the night, and informed him that I must be going eastward on the Atlantic and Great Western morn- ing train. “When I spoke of Mrs. Bibby’s actions at Garson, and of the horrid pitcher which had upset itself and sprinkled ari TR ys i a” - _ her, the heartless rascal laid back and fairly roared with laughter. | “Suddenly grasping my hand with great warmth, he said : “*Sam Josalyn, you’re a benefactor. The little widow will never smile on a stranger again, not even if his name were Lord John Fitz Morris Montmorency. She likes me better than any other fellow in town, and you can bet your life, when you come around again you’ll find me owning a half interest in this hotel, and Jennie Bibby, as Mrs. Tom Bowling, helping to run it!’ “Feeling that | owed Mrs. Bibby an explanation of my conduct toward her, I penned her a note explaining all, and, with many good wishes, begged her indulgence and pardon. _ “T added, in a postscript, that although I was a detec- tive, she could rely upon me not to divulge her little smug- gling game in the cigar line, but I trusted ere long she would make up her mind to adopt a pleasanter method of increasing her revenue, possibly as the wife of some good, honest and business-like son of Corydon. “This epistle I intrusted to Tom Bowling’s care for de- livery. “Tom and I then made a raid on the kitchen of the hotel, » and though the cooks were yet abed, I succeeded in quiet- ing my hunger. | “It was now past four in the morning, and as the train I proposed to take left the depot at six, I set about preparing: myself for the journey. | “ Retiring to my room I bathed, donned a suit of clothes which I had never worn in Corydon, adjusted my gold- rimmed spectacles and gray wig with care, and descended to the office, carrying my overcoat and traveling bag. — “So changed was my appearance that Tom Bowling did not perceive who the early riser was until I spoke, reveal- ing the secret in a jocular manner. | “ He averred that no one would recognize me, and that there was no danger of my being arrested on the way to the train. ~* Fail not to exchange letters with me,’ he said, shaking. — s my hand, warmly at parting, ‘and rest assured that they- eG sf; ns a s pe 1, ok ee ee te J ] Par 7 | a \ ee gh G >) ales GEomicboo com — ‘ rs . OEY. olan d, ae. .. x t's oh write y # eh . ‘as! 9a, er’, . “