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Updated: September 15, 2025
I may have to put you back on the job there in a few days, and I know I can depend on you not to lose your head. She's a young girl and a pretty one; but don't forget she's the daughter of Jimmy Brunell, the man we're trying to get! Pennington Lawton had a daughter, too; remember that and she's been defrauded of everything in the world but her lover and her faith in her father's memory."
"What d'you mean, young man?" she demanded. "What do we know about old Brunell?" "You wrote him a letter you knew where to find him." "I only wish we did!" she ejaculated. "We didn't write him! You must be crazy!" "'Big money coming to you from old score left unpaid.
Before Walter Pennold could reach the bank, however, an unimpeachably official letter arrived from that institution, confirming the news imparted by the bank-clerk concerning the securities left for James Brunell.
During the morning a package came to the bank and a letter which read in part: ... I am returning these securities to you in the hope that you may be able to place them in the possession of Jimmy Brunell. They belong to him, and my conscience is responsible for their return. I don't know where to find him. I do know that at one time he did some banking at the Brooklyn & Queens Institution.
It didn't occur to me for some time after Miss Brunell let that slip, that the name is the same as that of the precious pair of old crooks over in Brooklyn, the ones Suraci and I traced Brunell by." "Charley Pennold!" Blaine repeated thoughtfully. "I hadn't thought of him. He's old Walter Pennold's nephew. The boy was running straight the last I heard of him, but you never can tell.
Watch the Brunell cottage, too there will be developments there, if I'm not mistaken. To-morrow I may want you to go out on another branch of this investigation the search for Ramon Hamilton." "Very good, sir, I'll try," Morrow promised with obvious reluctance.
If this Charley Pennold, whoever he might be, wished to see James Brunell on legitimate business, why did he not go to his shop openly and above-board in the day-time? Could he be an emissary from some one whom the old forger had reason to evade? If he were, did Emily know for what purpose he came, and was she annoyed at her own error in involuntarily disclosing his name?
I ask it for the sake of your career, for the girl herself, and her father. I tell you that instead of incriminating old Jimmy, you may be the means of ultimately saving him. Go back to Emily Brunell now, get that letter from her by hook or crook, and bring it to me." The detective paused at length and waited for his answer. It was long in coming.
I understand he has been dead for years at least nothing has been heard of his activities since I have been in the sleuth game." "Did you ever hear of any of his associates?" "I can't say that I have, sir, except Crimmins and Dolan; Crimmins died in San Quentin before his time was up; Dolan after his release went to Japan." "I want to find Brunell. His closest associate was Walter Pennold.
He was a quiet man, not very talkative, but well liked by his neighbors, and his daughter was devoted to him. According to Mrs. Quinlan, Guy Morrow's aforesaid land-lady, Emily Brunell was a dear, sweet girl, very popular among the young people in the neighborhood, but she kept strictly at home in her leisure hours and preferred her father's companionship to that of anyone else.
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