Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
My attention had been attracted to this notice by its very frequent
appearance in the journal which I was chiefly in the habit of reading,
and, from professional habits of thinking, I had set it down in my own
mind as a _trap_ for some offender against the principles of _meum_ and
_tuum_, whose presence in a criminal court was very earnestly desired. I
was confirmed in this conjecture by observing that, in despair of Owen
Lloyd's voluntary disclosure of his retreat, a reward of fifty guineas,
payable by a respectable solicitor of Lothbury, was ultimately offered
to any person who would furnish X. Y. Z. with the missing man's address.
"An old bird," I mentally exclaimed on perusing this paragraph, "and not
to be caught with chaff; that is evident." Still more to excite my
curiosity, and at the same time bring the matter within the scope of my
own particular functions, I found, on taking up the "Police Gazette," a
reward of thirty guineas offered for the _apprehension_ of Owen Lloyd,
whose person and manners were minutely described. "The pursuit grows
hot," thought I, throwing down the paper, and hastening to attend a
summons just brought me from the superintendent; "and if Owen Lloyd is
still within the four seas, his chance of escape seems but a poor one."
On waiting on the superintendent, I was directed to put myself in
immediate personal communication with a Mr. Smith, the head of an
eminent wholesale house in the City.
"In the City!"
"Yes; but your business with Mr. Smith is relative to the extensive
robbery at his West-end residence a week or two ago. The necessary
warrants for the apprehension of the suspected parties have been, I
understand, obtained, and on your return will, together with some
necessary memoranda, be placed in your hands."
I at once proceeded to my destination, and on my arrival, was
immediately ushered into a dingy back-room, where I was desired to wait
till Mr. Smith, who was just then busily engaged, could speak to me.
Casting my eyes over a table, near which the clerk had placed me a
chair, I perceived a newspaper and the "Police Gazette," in both of
which the advertisements for the discovery of Owen Lloyd were strongly
underlined. "Oh, ho," thought I; "Mr. Smith, then, is the X. Y. Z. who
is so extremely anxious to renew his acquaintance with Mr. Owen Lloyd;
and I am the honored individual selected to bring about the desired
interview. Well, it is in my new vocation--one which can scarcely be
dispensed with, it seems, in this busy scheming life of ours."
Mr. Smith did not keep me waiting long. He seemed a hard, shrewd,
business man, whose still wiry frame, brisk, active gait and manner, and
clear, decisive eye, indicated--though the snows of more than sixty
winters had passed over his head--a yet vigorous life, of which the
morning and the noon had been spent in the successful pursuit of wealth
and its accompaniment--social consideration and influence.
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