Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
The reader need scarcely be told that albeit police-officers like other
men, chiefly delight to recount their _successful_ exploits, they do,
nevertheless, experience numerous and vexatious failures and
disappointments. One especially I remember, of which the irritating
recollection did not pass away for many weeks. I had been for some time
in pursuit of a rather eminent rascal, though one young in years, and by
marriage respectably connected, who, by an infamous abuse of the trust
reposed in him by the highly-respectable firm who employed him, had
contrived to possess himself of a large sum of money, with which, or at
least with the portion of it falling to his share--for we discovered
that he had been for some time connected with a gang of first-rate
swindlers--he hoped to escape to America. The chase was hot after him;
and spite of all his doublings and turnings, and the false scents
adroitly thrown out by his confederates with the view to favor his
escape, I at last fairly ran him to earth at Plymouth, though in what
precise spot of it he burrowed I could not for the moment ascertain.
Neither was I well acquainted with his features; but in the description
of his person furnished me there were certain indelible marks enumerated
which, upon strict examination, could not fail to determine his
identity. He purposed, I ascertained, to attempt leaving England in a
barque bound for New York, which was to sail from Plymouth on the day
after I arrived there. Of this I was fully satisfied, and I determined
to capture him on board. Accordingly, about half an hour before the ship
was to sail, and after all the passengers had embarked, two of the local
officers and I got into a boat which I had some time previously engaged
to be in readiness, and put off to the vessel. The wind was decidedly
fair for the emigrant ship; and so stiffly did it blow from the
north-east, that four hands, I was informed, were required, not indeed
to convey us swiftly out, but to pull the boat back against the wind,
and the strong tide which would be running outside the breakwater. The
sea dashed smartly at times over the boat, and the men pulled their
sou'-wester caps well over their eyes, to shield themselves from the
blinding spray. We were speedily on board; and the captain, although
much annoyed at the delay, paraded his motley passengers as well as crew
before us; but to my extreme surprise our bird was not amongst them!
Every possible and impossible hiding-place was thoroughly but vainly
searched; and we were at length compelled to a reluctant admission that
the gentleman we were in quest of, had not yet honored the captain of
the _Columbia_ with his patronage.
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