McAllister and His Double

e bells, as McAllister left the club at t

orning. As he felt his way gingerly over the stone sidewalks, the bells were ringing all around him. First one c

t was too late. He hurried hastily down the avenue. Soon a welcome sight met his eye-a coupé, a night-hawk, crawling slowly down the block, on the lookout, no doubt, for belated Christmas revellers. Without superfluous introduction McAllister made a dive for the door, shouted his address, and jumped ins

iver, without hesitation, lashed his horse and st

a muttered curse, a gleam of steel as they flashed by a street-lamp,

I'll blow ye

seat with difficulty. McAllister, clinging to the sides of the rocking v

!" hissed h

d with difficul

the cab crashed upon its side; amid a shower of glass the door parted company with its hinges, and the stranger, placing his heel on McAllister's stomach, leaped quickly into the darkness. A moment later, having recovered a part of his scattered senses, our hero, thrusting himself through the shattered framework of the cab, staggere

up your

up your

ébris which surrounded him. On either side of the cab he beheld a policeman with a lev

mess, and keep your hands up! Slip on the nippers, Tom. Better go

t, he was unceremoniously seated upon the body of the dead h

revolver and a jimmy. "Just as well to unballast 'em at the start." A bla

a quick

those, are ye?" he

ding adventure had not ye

you think I am? Thi

ot deign

ad dismounted and was poki

the circle of light, and, untying a bit of cord, poured its contents upon the pavement. A

ag!" cried Tom. "I wonde

and nearer, came the harsh cla

, as the driver reined up the panting horses alongside, the officer

" he said

riend half-aloud, "where

for Christmas!