Dangerous Ground; or, The Rival DetectivesLynch, Lawrence L.
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Dangerous Ground; or, The Rival Detectives
Lynch, Lawrence L.
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"I'm a new-comer in the city, and want to see things. I take a sort of
interest in the doings of the police, and in detectives especially. I'd
like to have you point me out some of these chaps, officer. Oh, about
that brandy cock-tail; you'll join me, I hope?"
No. 46 consulted his watch.
"I'll join you, sir. Yes sir; in ten minutes, if you'll wait. There's a
capital place right here handy. And if you want to see _detectives_,
just you stand here with me a while. Vernet and Stanhope went down to
breakfast half an hour ago."
"Vernet and Stanhope?"
"The Stars of the force, sir; a perfect matched team. Splendid fellows,
too. They always spend their mornings at the office, when not 'on the
lay.' They've been back in the city four or five days; hard workers,
those boys."
"Young men, I suppose?"
"Well, yes, they're young, but you can't fool them much. A little under
thirty, I should call Vernet; Stanhope is the younger of the two."
"Americans?"
"Stanhope is, an out-and-outer. Vernet's got some French in him."
"Um, yes; well, I'd like to take a look at them, after we refresh
ourselves."
"They won't be back for a good half hour; there's no fear of missing
them."
Half an hour, and a brandy cock-tail, makes some men firm friends. When
that period of time had elapsed, No. 46, more affable than ever, and the
tall stranger, looking quite at his ease, stood again near the entrance
to the office of the City Detective Agency.
Two men were coming down the street, walking and talking with the air of
men on good terms with themselves and each other.
Both were young, well dressed, well-looking; but a more marked contrast
never was seen.
One, the taller of the two, was dark and decidedly handsome, with black
waving hair, dusky eyes, that were by turns solemn, tender, severe, and
pathetic; "faultily faultless" features, that wore an habitual look of
gravity and meditation; an erect, graceful carriage, and a demeanor
dignified and somewhat reserved. Slow of speech and punctillious in the
use of words, he was a man of tact and discretion; a man fitted to lead,
and capable of ruling in stormy times. At first sight, people pronounced
him "a handsome fellow;" after long acquaintance, they named him "a
perfect gentleman."
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