Jim Cummings eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 147 pages of information about Jim Cummings.
River, on the north side, about a mile below St. Charles bridge, and about twenty feet along the bank, just east of that dike that runs out into the river, and you will find in a little gully a shot-gun and a musket.  Be careful.  I left them both loaded with buckshot and caps on the tubes.  They were laying, wrapped up in an oil-cloth, with some weeds thrown over them.  Also, down on the river just below the guns, I left my skiff and a lot of stuff, coffee-pot, skillet, and partially concealed, just west of the skiff, you will find a box of grub, coffee, bacon, etc.  I came down the river in a skiff Tuesday night, October 26-27, from a point opposite Labodie.  It is a run of thirty-five or thirty-six miles.  They should all be there unless some one found them before you got there.” * * * *

Mr. Pinkerton, in a brown study, tapping the table with his fingers, sat for some moments.  Rising abruptly, he placed his hat on his head, and requesting Mr. Damsel to follow, left the room.  In a short time he was in the Union Depot, and stepping up to the clerk of the parcel-room, asked for a package which had been left there October 25th, marked “J.  M.,” stating that he had lost his ticket.  After some search, the clerk brought forward a parcel tied in a newspaper.

“This is marked J. M., and was left here October 25th.”

“That is the one,” said Mr. Pinkerton, and paying the charges, hastened back to the hotel,

In spite of his habitual calmness and sang froid, Mr. Pinkerton’s hand trembled as he cut the string.  As the paper was unwrapped, both men gave an exclamation of surprise and joy, for disclosed to view was a revolver, a billy, some shirts and papers.

“At last,” cried Mr. Pinkerton, and he eagerly scanned the various articles.  The revolver was an ordinary, self-cocking Smith & Wesson.  The billy was the sort called “life-preservers.”  The Adams Express letter-heads were covered with the names “J.  B. Barrett” and “W.  H. Damsel.”  Mr. Pinkerton passed these to his companions.

“They are pretty fair forgeries.  Hang me, if it don’t look as though I had written that name myself.”

The detective, all this time, was scrutinizing each article, hoping to find something new.

With the papers he took out a printed ballad-sheet of the kind sold on the streets by newsboys and fakirs.  Turning it over, he saw something written on it, and looking closely, read, “——­, Chestnut street,”

The handwriting was the same as the handwriting of the letter.  The first clew had been found.



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