Fritz to the Front, or, the Ventriloquist Scamp-HunterWheeler, Edward L. (Edward Lytton)
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Fritz to the Front, or, the Ventriloquist Scamp-Hunter
Wheeler, Edward L. (Edward Lytton)
Detective and mystery stories; Ventriloquists -- Fiction
"Oh! a good ways inland. The road you see in front of the old house on
the bluff leads direct to it. If you want to send a message, I'll send
it for you."
"You vil?"
"Yes. I'll hook one o' dad's horses from the pasture, and ride to
town. Guess I know what ye propose doing."
"Vot?"
"You are a detective, and you have discovered that my dad and his
smugglers live around here, and you want to send for help to arrest
them!"
"How vos you know all dot?"
"Oh, I'm silly enough to guess it, and I hope you'll do it. They're a
hard gang, and a wicked gang, and they hate me worse than poison,
because I'm honest, unlike the rest of them."
"Captain Gregg und Honorable Granby Greyville are der same persons,
not?"
"Yes. You're mighty cute to find that out, when some o' the villagers
don't even suspect it. I'm _his_ gal."
"Ish _dot_ a fact?"
"Yes, but he don't own me, because I denounce his dishonesty. Ha! ha!
an old man was found dead on the beach once. The next day my papa had
a big sum of money in his possession. I smelled foul play. I stole the
money from him and burned it up. Ha! ha! Then he whipped me
unmercifully, and turned me adrift. But, pooh! I don't care! I get
along famous, and I'll make fun for the smugglers yet. So if you want
me to go to the telegraph station for you, and will give me a few
shillings, I'm ready."
"I'll giff you five dollars!" Fritz assured.
"Bully!" the girl assented. "Now, just tell me what you want, and I'm
yours."
"Vel, I vant you to go to der delegraph office und send a message to
Tony Fox, care of Police Headquarters, Philadelphia, telling him to
fetch a half-dozen men der dis village at once. Can you remember
dot?"
"Well, you bet I can! I don't forget things easily. Give us your
money, and I'm off for a wild horseback ride."
Fritz accordingly gave her a V-note, and then, after again instructing
her what to do, she took her departure by clambering up the bluff.
Fritz then lay down upon the sand in the warm sunlight, little
dreaming that his plans had been overheard.
The Irishman, Pat Grogan, had been concealed behind another bowlder,
and had over heard every word of Fritz's conversation with Silly Sue.
Shortly after her departure, and when sure Fritz was not watching, he
stole softly from his place of concealment and up the side of the
bluff.
Once on top of the bluff, he quickened his pace, descended the
opposite side, and hurried toward the village. At the residence of
Granville Greyville he paused, and entered the spacious lawn.
His honor and the countess were seated upon the lawn in front of the
house, enjoying the shade of a great tree, and Grogan tipped his hat
as he approached them.
"Sure, sur, it's mesilf as has made a discovery, sur," he said, with a
huge grin of satisfaction.
"Ah! indeed! I thought you might be of some use!" his honor replied,
complacently. "What is the nature of your discovery, Grogan?"
"Sure, sur, it's consarnin' the girl you set me to watchin'."
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