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"'Well, then, says I, 'it ought to be plain to you. Wanted, in New York, J. Churchill Wahrfield, president of the Republic Insurance Company. "'Also the funds belonging to said company, now in that grip, in the unlawful possession of said J. Churchill Wahrfield. "'Oh-h-h-h! says the young lady, as if she was thinking, 'you want to take us back to New York? "'To take Mr. Wahrfield.
The light they had come from a lantern hung on a nail. I went and stood in the door, and they looked at me, and I said: "'Mr. Wahrfield, you are my prisoner. I hope, for the lady's sake, you will take the matter sensibly. You know why I want you. "'Who are you? says the old gent. "'O'Day, says I, 'of the Columbia Detective Agency. And now, sir, let me give you a piece of good advice.
We came out on the beach a good half mile below. A brown chap was lying asleep under a cocoanut tree, with a ten-foot musket beside him. Mr. Wahrfield takes up the gun and pitches it into the sea. 'The coast is guarded, he says. 'Rebellion and plots ripen like fruit. He pointed to the sleeping man, who never stirred. 'Thus, he says, 'they perform trusts. Children!
"I pointed to Mr. Wahrfield, and he stepped forward and says: "'The honour of a word with you, sir, to explain. "He and the chief went into another room and stayed ten minutes. When they came back the chief looked as black as a ton of coal. "'Did this gentleman, he says to me, 'have this valise in his possession when you first saw him? "'He did, said I.
There wasn't a photo of old Wahrfield to be had in New York he had been foxy there but I had his description. And besides, the lady with him would be a dead-give-away anywhere. She was one of the high-flyers in Society not the kind that have their pictures in the Sunday papers but the real sort that open chrysanthemum shows and christen battleships.
Wahrfield handed her a string of foreign dialect, and she nods her head and says, 'See, senor, maybe fifty times, and lights out with the note. "'Old Augusta only understands German, said Miss Wahrfield, smiling at me. 'We stopped in her house to ask where we could find lodging, and she insisted upon our having coffee. She tells us she was raised in a German family in San Domingo.
So, all I had to do was to wait and nab 'em when they came ashore. I couldn't arrest old Wahrfield without extradition papers, but my play was to get the cash. They generally give up if you strike 'em when they're tired and rattled and short on nerve.
In four hours I was on board of her, and hot on the trail of the fruit tub. I had a pretty good idea where old Wahrfield that was his name, J. Churchill Wahrfield would head for. At that time we had a treaty with about every foreign country except Belgium and that banana republic, Anchuria.
"I saw our boat coming, and I struck a match and lit a piece of newspaper to show them where we were. In thirty minutes we were on board the yacht. "The first thing, Mr. Wahrfield and his daughter and I took the grip into the owner's cabin, opened it up, and took an inventory.
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