Going around to the front entrance he sauntered into the store and up to the counter, where Mr. Cohen was apparently trying to drive a close bargain for the Australian(?) diamonds, but really waiting for some sign from the men closeted in his office.
He paused at the entrance of the new-comer, bowed gravely, and politely inquired:
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"I"m sorry to give you any trouble," the detective returned, in quick, sharp tones, "but it is my duty to arrest this man! You are my prisoner, sir," he concluded, laying his hand on the shoulder of the supposed miner.
A startled oath broke from the man"s lips, and he made an agile spring for the door.
But the detective was too quick for him, and deftly placed a pair of twisters about his wrists, with such force as to wring a howl of agony from him.
"None of that, my fine fellow," Mr. Rider said, sternly, as he slyly tried to slip his other hand underneath his coat, and he gave the twisters another forcible turn. "Just you let that revolver alone."
"All right," said the miner, apparently yielding; "but what"s the charge?
Ye can"t expect a fellar to submit very tamely to this kind o" thing without knowing what he"s nabbed for."
"I arrest you for robbery. These diamonds are stolen property," was the brief reply of the detective.
"You don"t say!" drawled the man, in a tone of sarcastic wonder. "Perhaps ye"ll be good enough to prove what ye a.s.sert."
The detective could but admire the cool effrontery of the fellow, but he quietly responded:
"It has already been proved--those large diamonds have just been identified."
"Ah!"
The miner said no more, but quietly submitted to have a pair of handcuffs snapped on his wrists.
The diamonds were secured, and the prisoner was marched off to the station-house, while Ezra Cohen gave utterance to a sigh of relief over the fact that he had made no mistake.
CHAPTER IX.
MR. RIDER RECEIVES ANOTHER SET-BACK.
Jake Walton, as the supposed miner gave his name, was thoroughly searched by Detective Rider, after reaching the station-house, but nothing suspicious was found upon him except a revolver. He had considerable money, but nothing to indicate that he had ever been concerned in any robbery, or to confirm the belief that he was other than he pretended to be.
He submitted to being searched with the utmost indifference, but drawlingly remarked during the operation, he "supposed they"d take bail--he wasn"t used to bein" shut up, and it would come pretty tough on him."
"Of course the magistrate will accept suitable bail," said Rider, not imagining that the prisoner could find any one to go security for him to the large sum likely to be asked.
The miner requested that a lawyer might be sent to him at once, after which he coolly sat down, drew out a morning paper, and began to read.
Later in the day a legal gentleman presented himself in his cell, and there followed a long consultation between the two, and toward evening the lawyer, after consulting with a police justice, called at the Southern Hotel and inquired for a lady by the name of Mrs. J.M. Walton.
Yes, there was such a person stopping there, the clerk informed him, whereupon the lawyer sent up his card to her with the request that she would grant him a private interview.
The messenger returned in about fifteen minutes, saying the lady would receive him in her private parlor. Upon being conducted thither, he found a handsome elderly woman awaiting him, and immediately explained his business, relating the circ.u.mstances of the arrest of Jake Walton, and concluded by telling her that he had been employed as counsel for the young man, who had sent him to her to arrange for bail.
Mrs. Walton appeared to be greatly disturbed by these disagreeable tidings. She said she had come there expecting to meet her son, who had just returned from Australia, and it was very trying to be told that he had been arrested for theft. Then she inquired what amount would be required for security.
The counsel named the sum fixed by the police justice, whereupon Mrs.
Walton appeared to be considerably agitated for a moment.
"I am an entire stranger in the city," she remarked, recovering herself somewhat. "I know no one to whom I could appeal to become bound for so large a sum. What can I do?"
"Have you plenty of means at your disposal, madame?" her companion inquired.
"Yes, I could give bail to almost any reasonable amount, only being a stranger here, I fear it would not be accepted from me," the lady returned, with a look of anxiety.
"No; but I think I can suggest a way out of that difficulty," said the lawyer, with a crafty smile.
"Then do so," said Mrs. Walton, quickly; "I am willing to pay handsomely to secure the release of my son from his uncomfortable position."
"Very well. Then if you can command the sum named you can deposit it in one of the city banks and I will attend to all other formalities for you.
Of course, the money will be returned to you after the trial of your son."
"Could such arrangements be made?" Mrs. Walton eagerly inquired.
"Certainly. All that is required is sufficient security to insure the young man"s appearance at his trial, and then he will be released."
"Then I can arrange it," the woman said, apparently greatly relieved; and after discussing ways and means a while longer, the lawyer took his leave.
A few hours served to arrange matters satisfactorily to all parties. The sum required was deposited in one of the city banks, and the cashier was empowered to pay it over to the city treasurer, if Jake Walton failed to appear at the time named to answer to the charge of complicity in the Palmer diamond robbery. He was then released, the lawyer was handsomely remunerated for his efficient services, and Mrs. Walton and her son returned to the Southern Hotel.
It was on their way thither that they entered the car in which Mona was also returning to the hotel, and when she made the discovery that the woman had on the very dress which the charming Mrs. Vanderbeck had worn on the day of the Palmer robbery.
We know what followed--how she immediately sent on to Ray for the sc.r.a.p of cloth, and how, later, she found that it exactly fitted the rent in the dress.
We know, also, how, immediately following this discovery, she sought the headquarters of the detective force, where she opportunely encountered Mr. Rider, and related to him the discoveries which she had made.
Mrs. Walton had not appeared personally in connection with the formalities regarding the release of her son.
Everything had been conducted by the shrewd lawyer, so Detective Rider had not met her at all; but he felt confident, when Mona described her, together with her dress, that she was not the mother of Jake Walton at all, but one of the "gang" who had so successfully robbed different parties during the last two or three years.
The moment the young girl disappeared from the office, after her interview with him, the detective executed a number of antics which would have done credit to a practiced athlete.
"The girl is a cute little body," he muttered, with a chuckle, as he sat down to rest a moment, and plan his course of action, "and it is lucky for me that she happened to be in St. Louis just at this time and stopping at that very hotel. I wonder," he added, with a frown, "that I didn"t think that the woman who gave bail, might be one of the gang. By Jove!" with a sudden start, "I believe that money, which she deposited in the bank as security, is only a blind after all, and _they both intend to skip_! What a wretched blunder it was to accept bail anyway! But I"ll cage both birds this time, only what I do must be done quickly. They must have done a smashing big business in diamonds," he went on, musingly; "and there are evidently two women and one man a.s.sociated. This Mrs.
Walton is doubtless the old one who tricked Doctor Wesselhoff, and that red-headed Mrs. Vanderbeck, I am still confident, is none other than the Widow Bently, who did Justin Cutler and Mrs. Vander_heck_ out of their money. I"d just like to get hold of all three! Tom Rider, if you only could, it would be a feather in your cap such as doesn"t often wave over the head of an ordinary detective, not to mention the good round sum that would swell your pocket-book! But half a loaf is better than no bread, and so here goes! I"ll arrest them both, and shall object to anybody going bail for them."
Highly elated over the prospect before him, the man brushed his neat suit until there wasn"t an atom of dust upon it, polished his boots until he could see his own face reflected in them, rearranged his necktie in the last new style, then ran lightly down stairs, and hastened, with quick, elastic tread, toward the Southern Hotel, where he expected to accomplish such great results.
"Where have you been, Ruth?" exclaimed Mrs. Montague, in an irritated tone, as Mona entered that lady"s parlor upon her return from the detective"s office. "I wish you wouldn"t go out without consulting me. I"ve been waiting here for a long time for you to mend these gloves."