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قراءة كتاب An Artist in Crime
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AN ARTIST IN CRIME
BY
RODRIGUES OTTOLENGUI
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
NEW YORK LONDON
27 WEST TWENTY-THIRD STREET 24 BEDFORD STREET, STRAND
THE KNICKERBOCKER PRESS
1903
Copyright, 1892
by
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
Entered at Stationers' Hall, London
By G. P. Putnam's Sons
The Knickerbocker Press, New Rochelle, N. Y.
CONTENTS.
| Chapter | Page | |
| I. | A Gentleman Thinks He can Commit a Crime and Escape Detection | 1 |
| II. | A Daring and Successful Train Robbery | 16 |
| III. | Mr. Barnes Discovers an Artistic Murder | 30 |
| IV. | Diamond Cut Diamond | 46 |
| V. | The Seventh Button | 56 |
| VI. | Mr. Barnes's Trap | 75 |
| VII. | Mr. Randolph has a Fight with his Conscience | 95 |
| VIII. | Lucette | 115 |
| IX. | The Diary of a Detective | 129 |
| X. | Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves | 138 |
| XI. | Mr. Barnes Receives Several Letters | 154 |
| XII. | The History of the Ruby | 169 |
| XIII. | Mr. Barnes Goes South | 189 |
| XIV. | An Interrupted Wedding | 208 |
| XV. | Mr. Mitchel Explains a Few Things | 223 |
| XVI. | Mr. Barnes Discovers a Valuable Clue | 239 |
| XVII. | A New Year's Dinner Party | 255 |
| XVIII. | Mr. Barnes's Narrative | 273 |
AN ARTIST IN CRIME.
CHAPTER I.
A GENTLEMAN THINKS HE CAN COMMIT A CRIME AND ESCAPE DETECTION.
"Jack Barnes never gets left, you bet."
"That was a close call, though," replied the Pullman porter who had given Mr. Barnes a helping hand, in his desperate effort to board the midnight express as it rolled out of Boston. "I wouldn't advise you to jump on moving trains often."
"Thank you for your good advice, and for your assistance. Here's a quarter for you. Show me to my section, I am nearly dead, I am so tired."
"Upper ten, right this way, sir. It is all ready for you to turn in."
When Mr. Barnes entered the coach, no one was in sight. If there were other passengers, they were abed. A few minutes later, he himself was patting two little bags of feathers, and placing one atop of the other in a vain attempt to make them serve as one pillow. He had told the porter that he was tired, and this was so true that he should have fallen asleep quickly. Instead, his brain seemed specially active, and sleep impossible.
Mr. Barnes, Jack Barnes, as he called himself to the porter, was a detective, and counted one of the shrewdest in New York, where he controlled a private agency established by himself. He had just completed what he considered a most satisfactory piece of work. A large robbery had been committed in New York, and suspicion of the strongest nature had pointed in the direction of a young man who had immediately been arrested. For ten days the press of the country had been trying and convicting the suspect, during which time Mr. Barnes had quietly left the Metropolis. Twelve hours before we met him, those who read the papers over their toast had been amazed to learn that the suspect was innocent, and that the real criminal had been apprehended by the keen-witted Jack Barnes. What was better, he had recovered the lost funds, amounting to thirty thousand dollars.
He had had a long chase after his man, whom he had