McAllister and His Double

rner. Above the steady drum of the rain upon the waterproof cover he could hea

breathing of the horses, together with the sickening odor of rubber an

ay is the gentleman racket. Wait till he gets to the precinct and hear th

as if he had stepped into another world, in which he-McAllister, of the Colophon Club-did not belong and the language of which he did not speak. The ignominy of his position crushed him. Never again, should this disgrace become known, could he bring himself to enter the portals of the club. To be the hero of an exciting adventure with a burglar in a runaway cab was one matter, but to be arrested, haled to prison and locked up, was

somehow?" whispered

ok at the dough he took out of his pants! You're right about his lay." He turned fiercely upo

the money ostentatiously

ully. "No; eighty plunks won't square this job for you! It'll take nearer e

icers was clearly impossible. With an official it would be different. He had once met a pol

ran from floor to ceiling. A kerosene lamp cast a dim light over a weather-beaten desk, behind which, half-asleep, reclined

nd stared stupidly at the officers. A clock direct

?" inquired

ry man," answ

down the avenoo. O'Halloran shot the horse, and the cab was all knocked to hell.

"Come and open up." He examined McAllister with a degree of interest. "Quite a

s, his coat torn and splashed, and his shirt-bosom bloody and covere

ame?" asked

te. He would have suffered anyth

do ye

he sergeant gave v

he desk before him. Then he raised his eyes and scrutin

ow who you

xclaimed. "Do you know who yo