Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
A little more than a year after the period when adverse
circumstances--chiefly the result of my own reckless follies--compelled
me to enter the ranks of the metropolitan police, as the sole means left
me of procuring food and raiment, the attention of one of the principal
chiefs of the force was attracted towards me by the ingenuity and
boldness which I was supposed to have manifested in hitting upon and
unraveling a clue which ultimately led to the detection and punishment
of the perpetrators of an artistically-contrived fraud upon an eminent
tradesman of the west end of London. The chief sent for me; and after a
somewhat lengthened conversation, not only expressed approbation of my
conduct in the particular matter under discussion, but hinted that he
might shortly need my services in other affairs requiring intelligence
and resolution.
"I think I have met you before," he remarked with a meaning smile on
dismissing me, "when you occupied a different position from your present
one? Do not alarm yourself: I have no wish to pry unnecessarily into
other men's secrets. Waters is a name common enough in _all_ ranks of
society, and I may, you know"--here the cold smile deepened in ironical
expression--"be mistaken. At all events, the testimony of the gentleman
whose recommendation obtained you admission to the force--I have looked
into the matter since I heard of your behavior in the late business--is
a sufficient guarantee that nothing more serious than imprudence and
folly can be laid to your charge. I have neither right nor inclination
to inquire further. To-morrow, in all probability, I shall send for
you."
I came to the conclusion, as I walked homewards, that the chief's
intimation of having previously met me in a another sphere of life was a
random and unfounded one, as I had seldom visited London in my
prosperous days, and still more rarely mingled in its society. My wife,
however, to whom I of course related the substance of the conversation,
reminded me that he had once been at Doncaster during the races; and
suggested that he might possibly have seen and noticed me there. This
was a sufficiently probable explanation of the hint; but whether the
correct one or not, I cannot decide, as he never afterwards alluded to
the subject, and I had not the slightest wish to renew it.
Three days elapsed before I received the expected summons. On waiting on
him, I was agreeably startled to find that I was to be at once employed
on a mission which the most sagacious and experienced of
detective-officers would have felt honored to undertake.
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