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"What is to be done?"
"You must open up."
The smuggler did not make an immediate reply,
"What have you to say?"
"I can't promise anything."
"I've got everything dead."
"I see you have."
"Then it's for you to lay in for all the favors you can get."
"There's nothing I can give away, you have it all."
"Are you ready?"
"For what!"
"To go to Ludlow Street."
"Is there no chance for a deal?"
"None whatever."
"All right, I'm pa.s.sive."
"Understand me, Denman, I'll have my eye on you; if you go quietly it's all right; if you attempt any capers down you go."
"I am pa.s.sive."
"It's all right then, come."
The two men rose, and any casual customer in that garden would never have imagined that a thrilling drama in real life was being enacted right then and there, and that two remarkable men had played a thrilling part.
The men reached Ludlow Street. Denman was given in charge, and the detective called a cab and started down town. Our hero was still in the garb of the countryman. He entered the United States District Attorney's office and accosted a dandy clerk.
"Where is the district attorney?"
"What do you want of him?"
"I'll tell him when I see him."
"Can't see him to-day."
"What's that?"
"Can't see him to-day."
"Is he in?"
"You've got your answer."
The detective approached the political dude and said:
"Will you answer my questions?"
"Come, my friend, you get, or--."
"Or what?"
"I'll hustle you."
"You will hustle me, eh?"
"Yes."
The detective suddenly extended his strong, powerful arm and quick as a wink caught the political exquisite by the ear and he closed his vise-like grip.
The young fellow squealed like a pig.
Vance released him and said:
"Will you answer my questions civilly?"
"Who are you?" demanded the clerk, as he vigorously rubbed his ear.
"Go and tell the district attorney I wish to see him."
"What name, sir?"
"Vance."
The clerk entered an inner office and a moment I later reappeared, and in the most obsequious manner, possible said:
"This way, sir."
"Ah, you have come to an understanding of your duty."
"I beg your pardon, if you had told me who you were I would have notified the district attorney at once."
"You would, eh?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, young man, let to-day's experience be a warning to you all your life, and from this time out treat every one with civility who treats you civilly."
