the elephant, and instruct them to search all trains and outgoing
ferryboats and other vessels.”
“Yes, sir.”
“If the elephant should be found, let him be seized, and the information
forwarded to me by telegraph.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Let me be informed at once if any clues should be found footprints of
the animal, or anything of that kind.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Get an order commanding the harbor police to patrol the frontages
vigilantly.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Despatch detectives in plain clothes over all the railways, north as far
as Canada, west as far as Ohio, south as far as Washington.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Place experts in all the telegraph offices to listen in to all messages;
and let them require that all cipher despatches be interpreted to them.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Let all these things be done with the utmost’s secrecy–mind, the most
impenetrable secrecy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Report to me promptly at the usual hour.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go!”
“Yes, sir.”
He was gone.
Inspector Blunt was silent and thoughtful a moment, while the fire in his
eye cooled down and faded out. Then he turned to me and said in a placid
voice:
“I am not given to boasting, it is not my habit; but–we shall find the
elephant.”
I shook him warmly by the hand and thanked him; and I felt my thanks,
too. The more I had seen of the man the more I liked him and the more I
admired him and marveled over the mysterious wonders of his profession.
Then we parted for the night, and I went home with a far happier heart
than I had carried with me to his office.
II
Next morning it was all in the newspapers, in the minutest detail. It
even had additions–consisting of Detective This, Detective That, and
Detective The Other’s “Theory” as to how the robbery was done, who the
robbers were, and whither they had flown with their booty. There were
eleven of these theories, and they covered all the possibilities; and
this single fact shows what independent thinkers detectives are. No two
theories were alike, or even much resembled each other, save in one
striking particular, and in that one all the other eleven theories were
absolutely agreed. That was, that although the rear of my building was
torn out and the only door remained locked, the elephant had not been
removed through the rent, but by some other (undiscovered) outlet.
All agreed that the robbers had made that rent only to mislead the
detectives. That never would have occurred to me or to any other layman,
perhaps, but it had not deceived the detectives for a moment. Thus, what
I had supposed was the only thing that had no mystery about it was in
fact the very thing I had gone furthest astray in. The eleven theories
all named the supposed robbers, but no two named the same robbers; the
total number of suspected persons was thirty-seven. The various
newspaper accounts all closed with the most important opinion of all–
that of Chief Inspector Blunt. A portion of this statement read as
follows:
The chief knows who the two principals are, namely,” Brick” Daffy
and “Red” McFadden. Ten days before the robbery was achieved he was
already aware that it was to be attempted, and had quietly proceeded
to shadow these two noted villains; but unfortunately on the night
in question their track was lost, and before it could be found again
the bird was flown–that is, the elephant.
Daffy and McFadden are the boldest scoundrels in the profession; the
chief has reasons for believing that they are the men who stole the
stove out of the detective headquarters on a bitter night last
winter–in consequence of which the chief and every detective
present were in the hands of the physicians before morning, some
with frozen feet, others with frozen fingers, ears, and other
members.
When I read the first half of that I was more astonished than ever at the
wonderful sagacity of this strange man. He not only saw everything in
the present with a clear eye, but even the future could not be hidden
from him. I was soon at his office, and said I could not help wishing he