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He looked up upon our entrance; and seeing Pinkerton continue to stand facing him in silence, hat on head, arms folded, and lips compressed, an expression of mingled wonder and annoyance began to dawn upon his placid face. "Well!" said Jim; "and so this is what you call rushing around?" "Who are you?" cries the captain. "Me! I'm Pinkerton!" retorted Jim, as though the name had been a talisman.
"I am disbarred, I have no trade, I cannot dig, to beg " he paused in the citation. "And you know that I am not alone," he added, "others depend upon me." "I will write to Pinkerton," I returned. "I feel sure he can help you to some employment, and in the meantime, and for three months after your arrival, he shall pay to yourself personally, on the first and the fifteenth, twenty-five dollars."
March 11, 1874, J. W. Whicher, a Pinkerton detective from Chicago, who had been sent out to arrest Frank and Jesse James at Kearney, was found dead in the road near Independence, and W. J. Allen, otherwise known as Capt. Lull, a St. Louis plain-clothes cop who passed by the name of Wright, and an Osceola boy named Ed.
Happy to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, sir." And the great man withdrew. A low lawyer. "Well, what do you think of Douglas B.?" whispered Pinkerton, looking reverently after him as he departed. "Six foot of perfect gentleman and culture to his boots."
Goddedaal; and that Trent had always signed with his left hand. By the time I had gleaned this information Pinkerton was ready. "That's all that we can do. Now for the schooner," said he; "and by to-morrow evening I lay hands on Goddedaal, or my name's not Pinkerton." "How have you managed?" I inquired. "You'll see before you get to bed," said Pinkerton.
I did want him. But not in the way I want Arthur now. One wants so many things. Lord Pinkerton said, 'You're making a big mistake, Babs. That fellow won't last. He's building on sand, as the Bible puts it building on sand. I hear on good authority that the Fact can't go on many months longer, unless it changes its tone and methods considerably; it's got no chance of fighting its way as it is now.
Since yesterday, he had rigged himself anew in ready-made black clothes, not very aptly fitted; the upper left-hand pocket showing a corner of silk handkerchief, the lower, on the other side, bulging with papers. Pinkerton had just given this man a high character.
Bulstrode, Mr. Standish as a Liberal lawyer, and such manufacturers as Mr. Plymdale and Mr. Vincy, gave a solidity which almost counterbalanced Mr. Hawley and his associates who sat for Pinkerton at the Green Dragon. Mr.
Several gentlemen were pointing out Van Bibber to one of the Pinkerton detectives, who had a struggling messenger-boy in his grasp. "These gentlemen say you gave this boy some money, sir," said the detective. "He tried to do a welsh with it, and I caught him just as he was getting over the fence. How much and on what horse, sir?"
Pomeroy, "that Deacon Pinkerton holds a mortgage on her furniture." "The deacon wants to send Frank and his sister to the poorhouse." "That would be a pity." "I should think so; but Frank positively says he won't go." "I am afraid there isn't anything else for him. To be sure, he may get a chance to work in a shop or on a farm, but Grace can't support herself."
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