. On the wing of occasions : being the authorised version of certain curious episodes of the late Civil War, including the hitherto suppressed narrative of the kidnapping of President Lincoln . riend, said theCaptain. You are a Southerner. Why, so is General Thomas. Ill bet you ten dollars that the document is inyour valise there, declared the detective. Done! said the Captain, reaching out andplacing a gold piece on the table. Mr. Barnumdid likewise, whereupon Flournoy kicked the valisetoward him and pocketed the money. But thedetective refused to search the valise. Perhaps hefeared some tric
. On the wing of occasions : being the authorised version of certain curious episodes of the late Civil War, including the hitherto suppressed narrative of the kidnapping of President Lincoln . riend, said theCaptain. You are a Southerner. Why, so is General Thomas. Ill bet you ten dollars that the document is inyour valise there, declared the detective. Done! said the Captain, reaching out andplacing a gold piece on the table. Mr. Barnumdid likewise, whereupon Flournoy kicked the valisetoward him and pocketed the money. But thedetective refused to search the valise. Perhaps hefeared some trick. The frankness of his oppo-nent was calculated to baffle him. I was mistaken, he said, and then hesi-tated. At that moment the door opened and McCarthystuck his head in. His face was convulsed withlaughter. Excuse me, sir, he said, but Ithought maybe youd like to see a funny Government detectives have cornered a chapin 328, and theyre making him unload papersenough to line the hotel pantry. If you want tosee em, sir, step right this way. He came into the room, unlocked the connectingdoor, and pointed with his hand. Two roomsaway angry voices could be heard in altercation. 14. Ill not surrender the paper to you. WHY THE CONFEDERACY FAILED The three went as rapidly as they could, McCar-thy bringing up the rear. In 328 the gas was turned low. In one cornerwas a man apparently at bay. He had a pistol inhis hand. Over against him were two men whohad him covered with Colts revolvers. Ill notsurrender the paper to you, he was saying. Illsee you dead and die myself first. You havetreated me like a dog. What is it all about.! asked Mr. Barnum,advancing into the room. The door behind himclosed, and the three men lowered their weapons. The man who had been at bay in the cornerlounged up to the detective with a grin, saying,Well, Ill be switched. Colonel, if you aint adaisy from the county next adjoinin. Come, sir ! cried the head waiter. His voicewas harsh and stern, and his a
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