Part 26 (2/2)

”You've got him?”

”Yes.”

”And the woman?”

”You were right. She is a siren indeed, but I will amuse her. Good-night for the present. Go, for here comes our game.”

CHAPTER X.

OSCAR MAKES GOOD HIS PROMISE AND AIDED BY CAD METTI, THE WONDERFUL FEMALE DETECTIVE, PERFORMS ONE OF THE GREATEST FEATS IN ALL DETECTIVE RECORDS.

Like a night sprite Cad glided away and Oscar fell to the shadow of the man Redalli. He followed him to the Hoboken ferry, crossed on the same boat with him, and saw him enter a house situated in the midst of a large plot of ground covered by lines of trees.

The detective was satisfied. He had the meeting-house, as he called it, located. He had Redalli located, and he started back toward the ferry and had gone but a few squares when he was joined by Cad and another detective. Cad was in her ordinary garb as a well-dressed young miss, only that she wore a veil drawn down over her face.

”It's all right,” said our hero. He was jubilant, and he proceeded to relate all that had pa.s.sed while he sat listening in the Credo eyrie.

It was well on toward three o'clock in the morning when the party walked on board the boat to return to New York, and they had just seated themselves on the boat when a party of roughs, numbering seven or eight, entered the cabin. The men were very boisterous and ready for a muss, as the saying goes. They talked loud and laughed violently, and soon their eyes rested on the three detectives. The two males as they were gotten up did not look like very formidable individuals, and the fact that Cad was veiled attracted their attention. They ranged themselves on the seats directly opposite to where the three detectives were located and our hero at once detected that there was going to be a jolly row--jolly as far he and his companions were concerned--for both the men were athletes and boxers, of the first order. To them the knocking down of two or three ordinary men was a mere pastime, and as our readers know the wonderful Cad was not much behind when it came to a s.h.i.+ndy. She could have given the famous strong woman who a few years ago appeared on the stage points in many athletic feats. One of the men looking over toward Cad said:

”There's a beauty.”

The detectives exchanged looks.

They had taken the measures of the rowdies.

”How do you know?” asked one of the men.

”I'll bet on it.”

”You will?”'

”Yes.”

”How will you prove it?”

”I'll prove.”

”How?”

”That's my end of it.”

”You'll bet she is a beauty?”

”Yes, I will.”

”How much?”

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