“Is this the office of the City Detective Agency?”—page 22. [24]The stranger shifted his position slightly, glanced up and down the street, drew a step nearer the policeman, and asked: [24] “Is it a large force?” “Well, I should say!” “I suppose you know some of them pretty well?” “Yes, sir; I know some of the best men of the lot.” The stranger jingled some loose coin in his pocket, and seemed to have forgotten his interest in the detective force. “Officer, where does a man go to get a good brandy cocktail?” Policemen are not over bashful, and No. 46 smiled anew as he replied. “Just wait a few minutes, and I’ll show you. I must stop that con—” The last syllable was lost to the stranger as 46 dashed off to wave his club before the eyes of an express-man, who was occupying too much space on the wrong side of the street. In a moment he was back again, and, as he approached, the stranger said: “I’m a new-comer in the city, and want to see things. I take a sort of interest in the doings of the police, and in detectives especially. I’d like to have you point me out some of these chaps, officer. Oh, about that brandy cock-tail; you’ll join me, I hope?” No. 46 consulted his watch. “I’ll join you, sir. Yes sir; in ten minutes, if you’ll wait. There’s a capital place right here handy. And if you want to see detectives, just you stand here with me a while. Vernet and Stanhope went down to breakfast half an hour ago.” “Vernet and Stanhope? [25]”“The Stars of the force, sir; a perfect matched team. Splendid fellows, too. They always spend their mornings at the office, when not ‘on the lay.’ They’ve been back in the city four or five days; hard workers, those boys.”
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