Within the hour these offensive answers came: YE OWLD FOOL: brick McDuffys bin ded 2 yere. BRIDGET MAHONEY. CHIEF BAT,--Red McFadden is hung and in heving 18 month. Any Ass but a detective know that. MARY O'HOOLIGAN. “I had long suspected these facts,” said the inspector; “this testimony proves the unerring accuracy of my instinct.” The moment one resource failed him he was ready with another. He immediately wrote an advertisement for the morning papers, and I kept a copy of it: A.--xwblv.242 N. Tjnd--fz328wmlg. Ozpo,--; 2m! ogw. Mum He said that if the thief was alive this would bring him to the usual rendezvous. He further explained that the usual rendezvous was a place where all business affairs between detectives and criminals were conducted. This meeting would take place at twelve the next night. We could do nothing till then, and I lost no time in getting out of the office, and was grateful indeed for the privilege. At eleven the next night I brought one hundred thousand dollars in bank-notes and put them into the chief's hands, and shortly afterward he took his leave, with the brave old undimmed confidence in his eye. An almost intolerable hour dragged to a close; then I heard his welcome tread, and rose gasping and tottered to meet him. How his fine eyes flamed with triumph! He said: “We've compromised! The jokers will sing a different tune to-morrow! Follow me!” He took a lighted candle and strode down into the vast vaulted basement where sixty detectives always slept, and where a score were now playing cards to while the time. I followed close after him. He walked swiftly down to the dim remote end of the place, and just as I succumbed to the pangs of suffocation and was swooning away he stumbled and fell over the outlying members of a mighty object, and I heard him exclaim as he went down: “Our noble profession is vindicated. Here is your elephant!”