The Diamond Master

in all. The fifth from the end bore the number he sought-Mr. Birnes chuckled; and there, alongside it, stood William Johns, swapping Billingsgate with the driver of a hansom, the w

Johns?" he accu

," the cabby an

went up Fifth Avenue, and stopped at the corner of

ep

e corner of Sixty-se

went on just to fores

aid you, and you wen

Cap," responded the cabby with ir

an?" demanded M

I never seen

asually, he flipped open his coat and Johns caught a glimpse of a

cab when you stopped to pick up the

e cabby grinned. "Th

ttempt t

ap. It was

detective repea

d, Cap, she was a pippin, a peachorino,

there was a woman in it! Mr. Wynne had transferred the contents of the g

rth Street five minutes or so after four o'clock. If a young man with a gripsack hailed me at the corner I was to stop and let him get in; then I was to go on up Fifth Avenue. If I wasn't stopped I was to drive on to T

manded the det

e got out and gimme a five-spot, telling me to go a few blocks, then turn and bring the lady back to the Sixth Av

rry a small

old about as muc

adily understood this much, yet there was a chance-a bare chance-that he

like? How was she

obligingly. "She was pretty as a-as a-she was a beaut, Cap, sort of skinny, and had all sorts of hair on her head-b

in a general sort of way, ride back and forth on the elevated trains. Mr. Birnes s

the cab after the young w

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y fares

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this vague description. He scrutinized the inside of the vehicle carefully; there was nothing. Yes, by Jingo, here was something-a white strea

as I imagine you ar

- East Thirty-seven

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disconcert