"Tut, tut, my son, nobody would believe them," answered the father.
—Liverpool Post.
AFTER A CLEW.
Methods of the Modern Detective Illustrated by a Small Incident.
"I'll follow him to the ends of the earth! He shall not escape me!"
The tall, powerfully built man, attired in a suit of dark blue, who hissed these words through his set teeth, stood in a shadow of a one-story coal house in a dark, noisome, Philadelphia-like alley, and watched with widely staring eyes a figure moving slowly along down the Hong Kong district of Clark street.
The watcher was wide awake, and the saloons had not yet closed for the night.