“It is the truth,” Inspector Sheridan returned quietly. “The speech you have just made on this platform is enough to convict you. But, in addition to that, I have arrested the carrier who handed the letter to your man, Bill Hillman, and I have a complete confession from him. We have such a good case, Boss Coggswell, that we are fully confident of the result. Not only are you going to lose the leadership of this district, but you are going away for a few years to keep your friend and accomplice, Jake Hines, company in prison.”
And, although he was not the seventh son of a seventh son, Post-office Inspector Owen Sheridan proved to be a true prophet.
THE END.
“SOLD.”
As the man went across the street, several persons saw it, and turned to laugh at him. The second boy, who was waiting across the street, ran up to the man and said:[Pg 53]
“Mister, there’s a card hooked to your coat behind. Let me take it off.”
“Goodness me!” said the man. “How did that get there?”
“One o’ them ragamuffins put it on, I s’pose.”
“Confound them! Well, here’s a dime for you.”