The Stolen White Elephant by Mark Twain

through what would always seem my fatally careless execution of a great

trust. Many an eloquent eye testified its deep admiration for the chief,

and many a detective’s voice murmured, “Look at him–just the king of the

profession; only give him a clue, it’s all he wants, and there ain’t

anything hid that he can’t find.” The dividing of the fifty thousand

dollars made great pleasure; when it was finished the chief made a little

speech while he put his share in his pocket, in which he said, “Enjoy it,

boys, for you’ve earned it; and, more than that, you’ve earned for the

detective profession undying fame.”

A telegram arrived, which read:

MONROE, MICH., 10 P.M.

First time I’ve struck a telegraph office in over three weeks. Have

followed those footprints, horseback, through the woods, a thousand miles

to here, and they get stronger and bigger and fresher every day. Don’t

worry-inside of another week I’ll have the elephant. This is dead sure.

DARLEY, Detective.

The chief ordered three cheers for “Darley, one of the finest minds on

the force,” and then commanded that he be telegraphed to come home and

receive his share of the reward.

So ended that marvelous episode of the stolen elephant. The newspapers

were pleasant with praises once more, the next day, with one contemptible

exception. This sheet said, “Great is the detective! He may be a little

slow in finding a little thing like a mislaid elephant he may hunt him

all day and sleep with his rotting carcass all night for three weeks, but

he will find him at last if he can get the man who mislaid him to show

him the place!”

Poor Hassan was lost to me forever. The cannonshots had wounded him

fatally, he had crept to that unfriendly place in the fog, and there,

surrounded by his enemies and in constant danger of detection, he had

wasted away with hunger and suffering till death gave him peace.

The compromise cost me one hundred thousand dollars; my detective

expenses were forty-two thousand dollars more; I never applied for a

place again under my government; I am a ruined man and a wanderer on the

earth but my admiration for that man, whom I believe to be the greatest

detective the world has ever produced, remains undimmed to this day, and

will so remain unto the end.

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