I remember one case in particular where I sent him after some green goods men in which he did very clever work in that line. Let him tell the story himself.
Dave Doyle and the Green Goods Men.
When Old King Brady gave me that circular of the green goods men, sent to him from Bean Corners, Kentucky, by an honest store-keeper, and told me that he expected I would bag the fellows, I own up I was kind of stumped.
“You’ve got to get good evidence against them, Dave,” he said. “It won’t be no use for you to pull ’em in without you can prove just what they are.”
The first thing I did was to ask Old King Brady to give me instructions, but he wouldn’t do nothing of the sort.
“Work it your own way,” he said. “I won’t promise that I shan’t put another man on either. I want to see how you make out.”
Well, the first thing I did was to take a long walk up Broadway and think. I can always think better on Broadway than anywhere else.
I had read the circular over two or three times and about knew it by heart.
It was signed by a feller named Clancy and stated, as all them green-goods circulars do, that he had some of the best counterfeit money in the world—so good that no one could ever detect it—which he was willing to sell at such a cheap price that a man could easy get rich in a week or two if he could only work the stuff off.
Of course there was no address. The fellow what got the circular was told to write to the New York post-office and make an appointment at some hotel.