CAD METTI AND OSCAR DUNNE DO SOME FINE "CHUMMING" AND SUCCEED IN
BRINGING A BIG FISH TO NIBBLE AT THEIR BAIT.
Oscar Dunne and Cad Metti were indeed great experts in enacting a rôle.
They took a seat in the grand stand and through a messenger boy bet on
the races. They won, and they laughed and tittered in delight over their
success, and, as intimated, attracted a great deal of attention, and
they exhibited considerable money. Oscar was playing the rôle of a dude
with plenty of "stuff," as the vulgar phrase puts it, and Cad was
playing the rôle of a fast young girl who was leading the exquisite fool
to squander his roll. Well, it was a great chumming game well
played--played before a lot of men who were as avaricious as impecunious
gamblers always are. There were men there who bet and lost. There were
men there who had no money to risk, and they all thought themselves
possessed of brains, and here was a silly fool loaded with money, and
here also was a silly girl reaping a rich harvest in greenbacks from her
enamored dude, _as it appeared_, and so the game went on until a man
with a keen eye got them under his glance. He stood awhile and watched
them, and various expressions passed over his face. After a little the
man strolled away. He joined two other men, and going close to them he
said in a low tone:
"I've struck a chance to make a raise."
"Good enough," was the response.
"Yes, and it's dead easy."
"What is it?"
"I'll go over opposite the grand stand; you fellows follow me. Come up
offhand and I'll show where a big haul lies right in sight."
The rogues had struck a lead and so had the two sharp-eyed detectives
who were playing such a neat game.
"Cad," said Oscar, "we've got a bite."
"Yes, I felt the nibble."
"It's a good thing, sis, to locate a rogue."
"Indeed it is."
"We have not chummed in vain."
"So it would appear."
This little bit of side talk was carried on while the two detectives
maintained the role they were enacting, and a little while later they
saw the three join each other and beheld them as furtively they watched
their anticipated prey.
"We've got three bites, Cad."
"I see them."
"What shall we do?"
"Don't ask me to suggest, Oscar. No one can beat you in laying out
plans."
"We'll leave here."
"And learn if they follow?"
"Yes."
"That would be my idea."
"Where shall we go?"
"We will give them a chance to follow us. We will go to the beach."
Oscar and Cad did not start right off--they were too smart for that.
They were playing a great game. They did not see the three men; they did
not know they were being watched. Oh, no, they were too absorbed in each
other and the fun they were having and the winnings they were raking in.
It was a strange incident, but one that often occurs. Oscar was not
betting to win. He was merely betting as a "guy," and, as intimated, it
often happens that the careless win where the careful and posted lose. A
race had just been run and a messenger boy returned with the tickets he
had cashed, and the girl pulled out a big wad of bills and added the
winnings to her roll. The three observers noticed that she carried the
bulk of the money, and one of them said:
"Great sea waves! what a wad she has got!"
"And here we are, chummies, dead broke--not been able to make a bet."
"Not a bet," came the doleful refrain.
"We'll bet to-morrow," said one of the men with a knowing wink.
"That depends."
"On what?"
"They may have a coach down here and outride us."
"Don't you believe it. That chap is too happy. He'll have the gal down
to the beach for a supper. Good enough, we will take our supper later
on. He'll treat; yes, we'll dine with him without an invitation--see?"
"I don't see it yet."
"Well, just watch. Aha! what did I say? They've had enough of the race;
they are going. Good enough; I'll bet my share of the swag they go for a
ramble."
"How will we manage it?"
"We'll just lay low and learn what our chances are. They are getting
very reckless, they are. Eh! the girl may want his watch and sparkles.
If she does she will lead him away off for a long walk. She'll nip the
sparkles and the watch, and then, my covies, what will we do?"
"We'll nip her, eh?"
"You bet. Now just watch. There they go. Who was right, eh?"
"I reckon you were, old man."
"You bet I am, every time. Ah, we're in luck."
Oscar occasionally got a sly chance to glance at the three thieves, and
so cute was he, and such a face reader, he could almost have repeated
their talk without hearing a word of it. He read their conversation on
their well-marked faces.
"Let's go, Cad. We've got them well hooked. They have seen your wad;
that's what they are measuring."
The girl tittered. It was her way of working off her excitement in view
of the adventure she knew they were to pass through; and indeed a very
startling adventure was to crown the incidents of the day and night.
Oscar and Cad left their seats and had wandered like a pair of happy
young lovers toward the exit gate, and they were the observed of all
observers. Many remarks, pertinent and characteristic, were made
concerning them, and yet, seemingly unconscious that they were
attracting any attention at all, they moved along. Upon reaching the
platform they met a train that had just arrived from the city, and
boarded it to make the short run to the Island. And all the time they
maintained their frivolous demeanor, but four sharp eyes were on the
alert, and Oscar observed:
"They are swallowing the bait."
"Yes, we've got 'em."
It's strange, but about the same idea ran through the minds of the three
rogues. They had feared that their game might take a train to the city,
and when they saw them board the train bound for the Island the man who
had spotted the game said:
"What did I tell you, covies?"
"They are going to the beach."
"They are, dead sure."
"We are in luck."
"We are, you bet, and now I am going to prophesy again. That gal has got
a good thing. I tell you she will walk him away off down the beach. She
is bound to have those sparkles. She has her eye on them. Good enough; I
hope she'll get 'em, but she'll never wear 'em. No, no, it's I and you,
my covies, who will wear those sparkles. We covets them, we do, and we's
got to have 'em; yes, sir, we's got to have 'em, and we will."
Oscar saw the man get on a rear car, as intimated, and there was triumph
in his heart.
We will here explain the theory upon which the confederate detectives
were working. Wise had said that there was an organized gang, that the
scoundrels were practicing all manner of criminality, and he had
determined upon the link by link game--a good one--a search for clues.
One thief as a rule knows another thief, and so the linking of
acquaintance goes on until a rogue is struck who suggests a
participation. The rule does not always work, but generally it is a
success, and was likely to prove so in the "shadow" Oscar was working.
He knew he might get on to the trail of a dozen or more rogues before he
struck one that was a member of the secret criminal organization. He had
every reason to hope he would succeed.
The confederate detectives arrived at the Manhattan Beach Hotel, and as
our hero had resolved to move very slowly and take notes as he went
along he led Cad to a table and ordered a dinner, and during the meal
the same amusing farce was kept up, and the thieves passed and repassed
the table where their selected victims were seated.
"They are following down to a close shadow on us," said Oscar.
"Yes, and I am looking forward to the surprise we have in store for
them."
"It will be very enjoyable; but, Cad, I've been thinking."
"I call you down before you speak."
"What was I going to say?"
"You were going to say there was risk, and I must not scare it."
"Partner, you are a mind reader."
"I can read your mind when it runs in a generous direction."
"It is not a matter of generosity but of precaution. Those fellows look
like a desperate trio."
"Certainly, but they are off their guard."
"They are?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"Oh, you know well enough, we've acted so as to throw them off. Do you
know how they have measured us?"
"I have an idea. What is yours?"
"They think you are a flat."
"That's certain."
"They think I am playing you."
"Right again."
"They think a slight rap on the ear will send you squealing."
"Yes, that's correct."
"Then they will go through me, and as I am, as they believe, a thief
like themselves they fear no risk from me."
"Admitting what you say is true----"
"We will give them a great surprise."
"Sure, but after they discover their mistake----"
"It will be too late for them to do any harm. We will have them
flattened out, or we will have forgotten an old way of managing these
things. Oscar, it is a great thing to meet an antagonist who really
underrates you."
"That is true."
"And so in this deal I tell you I think we are on a better lay than we
are aware of. After we have downed these fellows we will know what to
do."
"Yes, we will follow them up."
"Certainly, and we will have a great lead."
Oscar and Cad lingered a long time at the table. They desired "wind and
tide," as we will put it, to be just right for them.
It was well on toward five o'clock when the confederate detectives rose
from the dinner table and walked down toward the beach. They walked very
slowly and all the time maintained the rôle they had started out to
assume. They passed the bathing pavilion, walked along beyond the
Oriental Hotel and then turned toward the beach at a point bordering on
the inlet, and there they halted and stood to admire the incoming waves.
Twilight was beginning to cast its lengthening shadows over land and
sea.
The men who were set to rob the couple meantime dodged along on their
trail, keeping far in shore toward the Sheepshead Bay, and their leader
was chuckling all the time. He said:
"Oh, covies! how am I for a prophet? I'm a mind reader, and I'll set up
for a professional. These fagots are carrying out my programme to the
letter. I tell you I know the ways of smart gals like the one who has
that poor dude in tow. She is going for him right smart. She will clean
him out. I shouldn't be surprised if she sandbagged him and left him
lying on the beach. Well, well, won't we have a haul! I saw that wad,
and I tell you it's a big one; and the watch and the diamonds! Ay, ay,
we will just have a jolly time for a week. Talk about betting, eh! well,
this little trick beats all betting. We play to win, not to lose, every
time. There is no chance here. That gal is walking the dude right into
our trap. We've got the wad already, and won't we have a surprise for
the smart, bright-eyed little miss! Why, she is laying out her cash
already, she is so sure of getting all the chap has; but we'll do the
shopping on his wad, not she, you bet."
As stated, Oscar and Cad wandered down to the beach and here as before
they enacted their rôle to perfection, and it was at this moment that
one of the men asked:
"How shall we do it?"
It was then the man uttered the words with which we open our narrative:
"_Let's duck him and steal the girl._"
The three laughed. It all looked so easy. The young fellow was, as they
supposed, such a "sweetie," such a little darling, who would turn pale
and plead for mercy the instant one of the three men spoke to him. The
latter discussed their plan, and it was arranged that their leader
should approach the young people and engage them in conversation. The
man did approach and Oscar remarked to Cad:
"Now the fun commences. Well, well, what a real pretty surprise we have
in store for those rogues! Cad, I enjoy this; yes, I do--it's immense!"
"Don't forget yourself, Oscar, and laugh too soon."
"Don't fear me, but there will be two or three sore heads around here in
a few moments."
Meantime the man approached. The two detectives did not appear to see
him until he stood directly in front of them and said:
"Good-day."
Oscar elevated his glasses to his eyes and stared at the man in true
dude style, and Cad recoiled as though shocked at being addressed by a
stranger.
"I beg your pardon, my friend," said Oscar, "I haven't the pleasure of
your acquaintance."
"Oh, you haven't?"
"No, I can't say that I ever saw you before."
"Is that so?"
"Indeed it is true, my friend."
"What a pity! why, we are old friends."
The thief's pals were drawing near.
"You are mistaken, my friend," said Oscar, adding: "And I must kindly
request you to move off and not disturb us."
The man haw-hawed in a rough manner and said:
"Well, you are playing it nice."
"I do not understand your allusion, sir. It is very vulgar--yes, sir,
very vulgar."
"Is it, indeed? Why, you rat, do you think I do not recognize you?"
"You certainly do not recognize me. I never saw you before in my life."
"He! he! ha! ha! that's great, my covie; yes, that's great. So you never
saw me before? Well, well, I've seen you often enough. I was looking at
your portrait only yesterday."
"You were looking at my portrait only yesterday?" repeated Oscar.
"Yes."
"Where on earth did you see my portrait?"
"In the rogues' gallery--number one hundred and three. Yes, yes, you
rascal, I've run you down nicely; but see here, you and that girl appear
to be enjoying yourselves and I don't wish to spoil your enjoyment. I am
a gentleman, I am, and you can buy me off."
At this moment the rogue's pals approached, and the fellow turning
toward them said:
"See here, this 'ere rat is pretending he don't know us. Eh! ain't that
cool of him? And we have been a-follerin' of him this last two months
and now we've caught him a-spendin' of the swag, and he's a-puttin' on
airs. I say, miss, mebbe you don't know the character of the chappie
who's a-spendin' his money on you so free. Mebbe you don't know he's a
thief, and it's a part of his swag that you are having a fine time on;
but I don't begrudge--no, I don't--the money that's gone, but youse must
hand over the balance, or I'll be compelled to do my duty and take youse
both in. Yes. I'll have to do my duty."
"My friend, you are evidently laboring under a great mistake."
"Am I now?"
"You certainly are."
"Well, well, is that so?"
"It is the truth."
"See here, Johnny, I know you as the most expert pickpocket in the
country. I've been on your track a long time. Now you can just pony up
and go on with your flirtin'; otherwise you and the girl will go with
me."
"Go with you?"
"That's it."
"Never! never! we would never permit ourselves to be seen in such
company, you rough-looking boor, you."
"Hear him, boys, hear him! 'You rough-looking boor!' Well, he is
a-puttin' on lugs, ain't he? What shall we do with him?"
"Duck him," came the answer.