Bats in the Wall; or, The Mystery of Trinity Church-yard

the New York clubs, nor is it frequented by what a

ery, not far from the corner of Canal street, its nig

and poker playing cheats, who considered the ability to store aces and kings, ad libitum, in the sleeves of their small-tailed coats, the very highest touc

uor and smoke Regalia de Avenue B cigars served over the bar; but, although limited in variety, the entertainment furnished made up

iantly-lighted Bowery were beginning to whiten with what promised to be a heavy fall of snow, there entered Dyball's club room

stuck in one corner of his mouth, his cane under his left arm, and his Derby hat set rakishly upon the side of his head, several of the small clerks rejoicing in a speaking ac

little attention to any of th

sky and beer, he approached a small table in a remote corner of the room, where sat four young men who, if the chips upon its green

etly, placing his hand lightly upon the

'll be with you when

or you in th

ll take that pot, boys. I'll be with yo

around, and with flushed face, being evidently considerably the worse for drink, a mome

he boy to a p

exciting pleasures, yielded to to

ister, and was devotedly loved by her in return, had, at her own suggestion, asked of t

ouse of a mutual friend, who loved them both, and where they had been in the habit of meeting at intervals in

the consequences, the boy had yielded to a temptation which he had for days been s

vidual, touching the little call bell upon the table by

suppose. What do you want

were speedily produced and consumed. "You can't do better than to join me in that, and I

I'm more than ever in the mood for it to-night; but I'm afraid of your

to land in one myself. I'm just as honest as any one else, but I'm bound to

the bank at night is somethin

me in a book. Upon my word, young feller, you're a deal too squeamish. I can

had shown the signatures of our depositors to an ou

hat I mean to be perfectly square with you, I've asked Jim Morrow and

u h

ng. Come, now, what do you say? It's getting late, and if it's to be done at all it must be done to-night. All I want is to copy the

ur man wants it for. Why can't

e and answer no letters; my man has got them deeds I told you about, and wants to be sure that the old miser's signature is al

eld had had this proposition made to him by

anions, the Jim Morrow and Ed Wilson the detective had just named, and in their presenc

posal had been r

efused to have anythin

the boy had been more incl

ed than ever to do

the reason of his singular request; but, after all, he was a member of the p

ular means. Surely, in these days of defaulting cashiers and pilfering tellers, there coul

rd without its full weigh

en thousand dollars, and I will listen to you, and not befo

makes

ollars he would at

tions known as "bucket shops," which cluster arou

his five hundred might be doubled in no time at all, and the th

th

or you at police headquarters as you can for me at the bank. I'll show you the signature-book of the Webs

," replied the detective, with an air of

ecting with the private w

the other out into the hallway, from which

more observing withal, he might have noticed that during all his con

and gaining the stairs, descended to the street, than from the floo

g gray hair, hanging in a tangled mass down her neck and shoulders, and a pair of wild, restless eyes ever

a faded shawl and a cheap woolen hood

, dogging their steps as they moved down the Bowery towards Chatham Square never