"
"There's nothing I can give away, you have it all."
"Are you ready?"
"For what!"
"To go to Ludlow Street."
"Is there no chance for a deal?"
"None whatever."
"All right, I'm passive."
"Understand me, Denman, I'll have my eye on you; if you go
quietly it's all right; if you attempt any capers down you
go."
"I am passive."
"It's all right then, come."
The two men rose, and any casual customer in that garden would
never have imagined that a thrilling drama in real life was
being enacted right then and there, and that two remarkable
men had played a thrilling part.
The men reached Ludlow Street. Denman was given in charge,
and the detective called a cab and started down town. Our
hero was still in the garb of the countryman. He entered the
United States District Attorney's office and accosted a dandy
clerk.
"Where is the district attorney?"
"What do you want of him?"
"I'll tell him when I see him."
"Can't see him to-day."
"What's that?"
"Can't see him to-day."
"Is he in?"
"You've got your answer."
The detective approached the political dude and said:
"Will you answer my questions?"
"Come, my friend, you get, or--."
"Or what?"
"I'll hustle you."
"You will hustle me, eh?"
"Yes."
The detective suddenly extended his strong, powerful arm and
quick as a wink caught the political exquisite by the ear and
he closed his vise-like grip.
The young fellow squealed like a pig.
Vance released him and said:
"Will you answer my questions civilly?"
"Who are you?" demanded the clerk, as he vigorously rubbed his
ear.
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