The evening world. Newspaper, February 8, 1906, Page 16

The City Is Not Helpless. The people are not helpless against the conspirators who pro- pose, with the car lines they now control and the subways they hope to build and merge and “water,” to bind New York to a Billion-Dollar Trust for a thousand years. If the people were helpless, if there were no alternative save to give the merger-makers ali the new routes they wish, would the wor- tied bribe-masters of the monopoly be closeted with the bribe-scekers fm Albany? Would the lawyers who earn princely fees by doing jackals’ ‘work be whispering in corners with some of the men who betrayed the ity in the eighty-cent gas treachery? : What makes Belmont nervous? Why does Ryan set his fron Jaw | for 2 grim fight? . Two plain propositions have been made. The first 1s that the city itself might build a four-track subway to the further @dge of the Bronx and sell tickets for three cents. Mr. Coler suggests a similar subway in Brooklyn from the river to East New York. The two could be Joined. The city can raise money to build them both, and they could be run at a profit on three-cent fares. Long before they were finished they would suggest branches, extensions, additions—in short, a System. That would squeeze the water out of the B. R. T. and the Manhat- tan merger, and harm no “widows and orphans.” Any widow or orphan whose money is put into the later diluted issues of these shameless monopolies has a good:case against the trustees who thus gambied with trust funds. The second proposal is to pass the Elsberg bill, which the best thought of the city has for years urged in Albany, with a cast-steel provision to prevent for-~ ever any merger of the new subways with the old lines, Mr. Ivins urged that action at the hearing in Albany. It is not dis- couraging, it is merely irritating, to note that Atbert B. Boardman, who is paid by the city to act as counsel for the Rapid Transit Board, argued against the city’s interests by opposing those sections of the Elsberg bill which are most vitally necessary to protect the people’s property. Irritating, yes. But the Rapid Transit Board and all its ways and! « works and plans and hidden influences wou'd be swept aside like a fort- Tess of feathers if united public sentiment should set agains? them. An eminent British admiral says that hazing in Annapolis, about which he, ean know nothing directly, is all right, but perhaps a trifle strenuous at times. | It would seem rather energetic when it means death to the hazed. | Injunctions and Hold-Ups. | Borough President Coler, on seeking to tear up disused tracks of the | Brooklyn Rapid Transit, found them protected by injunctions granted | three years ago. | The city of New York, on beginning a long-delayed inquiry into the right of the Belmont interests to dig a tunnel the franchise of which is held by competent legal authority to be of doubtful validity, finds itself restrained by the court from interfering with the work of the tunnel con- tractors until the suit brought against them is decided. While the court case drags on the contractors will push their work toward completion. While the city remains helpless they will add an- other length to the many they have gained while the authorities dawdled. Why did not the city try injunction tactics last September? Why does it always courteously permit the corporations to fire first? The new Criminal Courts Building, which was dumped in the bottom of the Old filled-in Collect Pond, is cracking and complaining. It hardly pays the city to scatter its buildings about in all sorts of places when manifest convenience in- dicates the common municipal centre. THE NEW x# # w DETECTIVE I'm not a beginner, and I must be com- missioned in a regular manner, hit or miss, If Iam to deal with the case. I've quite enough commissions going now and no time to waste hunting for a| problematical reward.’" But we were nearer a clue to the inton jewels than we then supposed. alked of other things and present- and left the restaurant, stroll-| ietly toward home. Some Little e fram the Strand, and near our Martin Howiit, a brittiant pri-{ | vate detective, with unique meth- | ods, is the hero of these ad-¢ | wentures, recounted by his friend Brett. aro: CHAPTER I. | dy The Fear of Death, | HE case will probably be very well] own door, we passed an excited Irish- remembered, Sir Valentine Quin-) man—ithout doubt an Irishman, by ap- ton, before he married, had been! pour and talk—who was pouring ‘as poor as only a man of rank with|a@ torrent of angry complaints in the fn old country establishment to keap| eurs ef a policeman, The policeman up can be. His marrage, however, with | obviously thought ttle of the man’s the daughter of a wealthy financier had) 6riev and with an amused smile| oharged all that, and now the Quinton| &ppe: o be advising him te go home | establishment was carried on on as| aU d think no more about it. We lavish a scate as might be, and, in-| Passed on and mzunted our stairs, Some- deed, the extravagant habits of Lady| Uilng esUng in our conversation p fora little while at Hew- Quinton herself rendered !t an extrame- ly lucky thing that she had brought a fontune with her. Among other things her jewels quite a collection, and chief them was the great ruby, one of the very few that were sent to this count to be sold (at an average pric womewhere about £20,000 aplece, I be-| | Meve) by the Burmese King before the annexation of his country. Let but a door on m 2 I stood there t n in the s He was a dy-looking | ites oy iw de | had stairs, atu ressed but » @pparently a worn best sult of ation still held him, @ pause he immediately Jintlemen will be Misther Tuby be of great size and color, and no | equally fine diamond can approach its Pais is Mr. Hewitt,!? T sald. “Do you} value. Well, this great ruby (whien| Y?! 'im was set in a pendant. by the by), to- prot I want, sor—pro- gather with a neck spake to the polis an' they | Jets, earrings—indeed, f part i Foive days have I) of Lady Quinton’s collection—had been {s nothin’ but wolen, murdher an’ suddhen death for On an investigation by London de- all day. ivery day! An’ tectives, however, a feature of singu- y I'm dbrunkt" larity was brought to light, There had) A wildly, and to me it plainly been only one thief at work at wssible that ‘the police Radcot hall, and no other had been in wide the grounds, Letters from the People To the Bditor of The Evening World: woman with nor no less, boys,” I would say that the other half were boys also. To the Editor of The Evening World: (three 10s and @ pair of aces), who wins? ac ([¥ he has @ new crew 80 often. Stamp Flirtation? Why not hold the inspectors instead of To the Eéttor of The Evening World: Capt. Van Schaick? I have been on world’s Hone Madazine, Thursday Evening, February 8, 1906 Oil on the Troubled Waters. Campbell Cory. ' FEEL LIKE a SPonGE Filrtation’ some months ago, and If possible I would like to procure the code Of this flirtation, Wl some reader gtve 1? Ww. LB, Carelens Inspection. To the Editor of The Evening World: In regard to Capt Van Schatck’s case, do the steamship companies comply with the law in the use of Iife-pre- servers? As for fire drills, it is very hari for any captain to have them Selves “Domestic Problem.” regarding the no more Answering the query “five children, one-half of whom were DE FACTO. 4 of a Kind Beats Full House. A held 4 jacks and B held a full house I recollect seeinr @ letter on ‘Stamp | hundreds of steamers while they were ures at parties, the old- tion a lost art. rovld write thetr ffeas about this Martin Hewitt, Investigator. <e DON'T MAKE iT y w 2 Answers to being Inspected and find inspection is} I think we had just as good times in often little more than red tape. ay Br. HW. Old Times and New. To the Bdttor of The Byenine World: When I was young we had very pleasant parties, where jolly conversa- tion and games and refreshments were une means of entertainment, Nowadays ards and dancing are tho only plea and they have spoiled je jollity and made conversa- ehildren they think me a very foolish ‘id woman. I wish elderly readers for THICK JOHN (one oF MY - IRRESIsTiBcE voKes) When I say this to my|t His Fifth Case THE: QUINTON JE Too Questions our day a9 young @ now, and folks in a more rational mann MOTHER. To Gain Weight. ‘To the Editor of The Bvening World: Tfow can @ young man Increase his walght and what are fattening foods? muoh starch or butter. however, does not necessnrily Indicate strength or even health. a cd \ “It's protection | want, sir! Protectlon!” tinued, “but, begob, I b'Meve they think I'm mad. An’ me being thracked an’| fovleyed an’ dogged an’ waylaid an’ I wan talking of the robbery with Hewitt at lunch and asked him !f he fhad received any commission to hunt for the missing jewels. poisoned an’ blandanhered an’ kid- "No," Hewitt replied, “I haven't been urdhered, an’ for why I) @ommissioned. They are offering an im- ’ j mMense reward, however-—n very pleasa:) Going all this?” 1 @um, indee I have had a short 1 “Suhrangera, sor—sthrangers, ‘Tis a} from Radvot hail informing me of the| sthramger heme I am mosllf, an’ fwy| ) Smownt, and that's all. Probably they | they do tt bates me, onless I do be #0 that T may take tho cave up as al|jixe the Prince ey Wales or other Hon, but thls is @ great mistake, erowned head they thay to 3 me They're layin’ for me tn the, payler outslde—in the sthreet below! echreet now, I misdoubt not, an’ fwat| ‘Well, me tind,’ soz he, ‘I can’t help they may thry next I can tell no more! ye; that’s the marvellous an’ onaocount- han the Lord An’ the polis|able departmint up the staira ferninat won't lsten to m: ye. Misther Hewitt, ut {s," sex he, ‘that “But what have there people done?" | attindy to the onaccountable depart- Hewitt asked, looking rather tnteres.cd,| mint, him as wint by @ minut ago, You abthough amused. “What actual os-\ go an’ bother him,’ That's how I was saults have they committed, and when?| towld, sor.’ And who told you to come here?" Hewitt amiled. “Who towld ma is wig Who but the ‘Very good,” he said, “Mow, whatere or gh ele Pay ee Ra these extraordinary troubles of yours? Don't declaim,"’ he added, as the Irixh- man raised his hand and opened his mouth, preparatory to another torrent of compiuint, ‘Just aay in ten words, {f you can, what they've done to you.’ “I will or, Wan day had I bean in London, sov—waai day only, an' a low soutt thried to poison me dhrink; next day eome' udther thief av ein shoved wa pit av « railway platiorm undher a train, maliclous and purposeful; glory foe. he didn’t kill me! hut the very docther that felt me bones thried to WELS @@ 'F o'er in Brooklyn you abide, ~ Then as you cross from Manhattan's stde Each night you wish you did reside In Kalamazoo! You leave your office every night, And to the Bridge you take your flight, To engage once more in the datly fight— And try to Ri a few! Tf you are Wwoky you gst « seat— By treading over some one’s fest, And spotling corns and tempers swest— By punching one or tool . Your troubles are not over yet— For, just as in your seat you get, Aman who weighs thres hundred-net Bits down om you! The conductor then comes for your fare— You gtve him @ Dill; right then and there He hands you out an icy stare— Your bonnet suddenly pete o erceb— A man with paint cans in o each, . Whose face ts Uke the deck of @ hack, Orewds out! The car, now jammed, goss Hho @ streah— The contents of that sach did leab— Phe outer atr you'd Uke to sech— Arriving home on the Fictbush Une, You find you're soaked with turpentine; You are a eight—you do look finel You fost like auseh! You eat gour grud and have @ emoke— You're tired owt—yow'd like to croak; Yow feel aa ¢f you'd been in soak A month! To-morrow off te work again— And slow, but sure, the time comes when Yow reach the Brooklyn Bridge, and then— Thumbnail Sketches. whisker. Favorite Sport—Halr culture, Favorite Task—Pruning plutocrate, Favorite Book—"'The Devel Life." Favorite Author—Burbank on Grafting. Favorite Artist—Hungry Joe. Favorite Frult—Squeezed peaches, Favorite Plant—The Newport climber, Favorite Vehicle—The harvesting machine, Favorite Musical G Fevers Soe William 4’Alton Mann, Instrument~The wind in tne Favorite Character tn History—Davy Crockett, Deck. Is that a panjandhery for the polis to laff at, sur?” “Dit they steal anything?’ Howitt. “Divil ‘a shtick fut me door key, an’ that they tuk home an’ lift in the door.” Hewitt opened his office door. “Come in," he said, “and tell me all about this. You come, too, Brett." ‘The Irishman and [ followed him into the Inner office, where, shutting the door, Howitt suddenly turned on the Irishman and exclaimed sharply: “Then you've still got {t?” He looked keenly in the man's eyes, but the only expression there was one of surprise. “Got ut? sald the Irishman. “Got fwhat, sor? Is ut you're thinkin’ I've got the horrors, as well as the polis?” asked Hewitt’s gaze relaxed. “Sit down, sit down!" he said. ‘You've still got your watoh and money, I suppose, since you weren't robbed?" “Oh, that? Glory be, I have ut still! though for how long—or me own head, for that matter—in this stale of be siegement I cannot say.” “Now,” sald Hewitt, “I want a full, true, and particular account of your- self and your dcings for the last week. First, your name?” “Leamy’s my Leamy." “Lately from Ireland?" “Over from Dublin this last blewsed Wednesday, and a crool bad pound- erin’ ut was in the boat, too—shpak- 1n’ av that same." “Lopking for work?” “That is my purshuit at priaint, sor." “Did anything noticeable happen de- ore these trcubles of yours began— anything here In London or, on the Journey?” “Sure,” the Irishman emiled. “Part av tho way I thrayelled first class by favor av the gyard, an’ I got a small Job before I lift the train.” “How was that? Why did you travel bame. sor—Michael pick mo pockut, I du b'lleve, Sunday night I was grabbed outrageous tn a darrk turnin,’ rowled on the ground, half strangled, an’ this very blessed mornin’ avy Heht I was strook onsen- sible an’ left a Jivin’ corpse, an' my ‘a penethrated an’ all the thructe | an’ crak op dehind first class part of t way?! “There was a station fthwere’ we shtopped af.her a long run, an’ I got By Arthur Movison, Author of ‘‘ Tales of Mean Streets,’» right forninst me, an’ tnto that the gyart crams me holus-bolu. There was a juce of a folne jintleman sftttn® there, an’ he stares at me unbrageous, but I vas not discommoded, batn’ om bashful by natur’. We travelled along a heap ay miles more, till we came nea@ London. Afther we had ae station where they tuk tickets we wing ahead again, and’ prisintly, as we rips through some udther station, up jumps the jintlemman opposite, swearin’ bard undher his tongue, an’ looks out at the windy. ‘I thought this train shtopped here,’ sez he.” . “Chalk Farm," observed Hewitt, with a nod, “The name I do not know, sor, bu® that's fwhat he said. Then he looks af me onalsy for a little, an’ at last he wex ‘Wud ye loike a small job, me goo@ man, well paid?’ “‘Fawih,' sex I, ‘'tis thet will sult. me well.’ “Then see here, sex he. ‘I should have got out at the station, havin’ pare ticular business: in' missed, I must from Euston. Now, . ‘a bag full of im portant papers for my solicttor—impor tant to me, ye ondershtand, not worth the shine av a brass farden to @ sow) else—an’ I want ‘em tuk on to him, Take you this bag,’ he sez, ‘an’ gd you straight®out wid it at Euston an’ get @ cab, I shall 9.ay in the station a bit to see to the telegrammér, Dhrive out at the station, across the road outside, an’ wait there five minutes by the clock, Ye ondershtand? Walt five minuts, an’ maybe I'll come an’ join ye, If I don't ‘twill be bekase I'm detained onexpecte ed, an’ then ye'll dhrive to my solicitor Vorraight. Here's his address, if ye can read writin’,' an' he put ut on a pleos av paper. He gave me half a crown for the cab, an’ I tuk his bag.” 7 “One moment—have you. the papes with the address now?" “I have not, sor, I missed ut afthar the blayguards overset me yesterdays but the solicltor's name was Hollams, an’ a Mberal jintleman wid his money he was, too, by thai oken,"* down to take the cramp out ay me Joints, an’ take @ taste ay dhrink, 1 oversbtayed somehow, an’ whin I got to 8 “What was his addrei “'Twas In Chelj Golden sacething, od token av