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Out of a Labyrinth

Chapter 4 CHARTERING A DUMMY.

Word Count: 1758    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ve service. He had bound up many a broken bone for our office, and we of the fraternity called him "Our Samaritan." Some of the boys, and, let me confess it, myself among t

were too young, or too old; we were too reckless, or we were cut out for some other career. In short, every patient that came under the hand of good Dr.

re you are! I knew you'd be along soon. You've kept out of my clutches a good while.

ughed at the talkative

d beginning to remove my sling. "I don't need a left arm to shoot

you yet. You'll come home dead some day, you scoundrel. Ah! here we are. Um!

on, sir! I'll have the pleasure

a first look at my arm. When the actual business of dressing commenced,

chaps get off too easy; you don't come quite near enough to Death's door. There's Carnes, now; got a knife

arnes

d was ba

, but glad of the chance to see

re about his going o

, and I sat, wincing sometimes, under his

ell-educated man, although he habitually spoke with a brogue. But I knew Carnes was not an Irishman; although he professed to have "hailed from Er

no confidants, although he had his f

twenty. He had been absent from the office for nearly a year, and I mentally resolved t

or assured me, and then as soon as I could, I withdrew from his presence and his customary fire of raillery and questions, and st

. He only turned out one or two of the force who were lounging there, waiting his pleasure to attend to less important business, sa

Bath

e facts relating to the Groveland case, and then I made a discovery. After relating how I had received the anonymous letter I produced my pocket-b

was certainly not in my possession, "here's another c

de no comment,

ce; I will finish my story and then

w with Mrs. Ballou. How she had dressed my wound, how the circumstances had compelled me to confide in her, and how s

ircumstantial evidence; but, that kind of evidence won't convince me that Mrs. Ballou is implicated in the crime or the mystery. When I told her of the printed letter, I saw her eyes gleam;

r weight and laid it down again with great precision, then he put all my

you going

cases, for he never trusted a man until he felt full confidence in his skill and integrity. But when we desired to consult with h

one with the grit to face the chances. They

es

ordinary dummy,

inning to smile, "I have got just the

le; I want him in

ist I ever saw. Knows he was born for a detective and is ready to face a colony of desperadoes;

man, and yet they may; and this dummy must remain there quite alone until the rascals are convinced that he has no confederates. There is a keen brain at the bottom of th

N

e been. This will ease the vigilance of the guilty parties, and w

y with my abrupt change of the s

s had a bad cut, but he

the idea that he was stil

talk; he told me that Carnes would be about withi

see him to-night. But about our

row do? say

n hour; the doctor tak

have him here, and you

ing up my hat, "any message to send

im much, nor let him talk; the doctor should have told you that. He is weak, and easily excited. It's bad enough to have t

whimsical comrade of mine would cha

old fellow," I said

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