The Stolen White Elephant by Mark Twain

had had those men arrested, and so prevented the trouble and loss; but

his reply was simple and unanswerable:

“It is not our province to prevent crime, but to punish it. We cannot

punish it until it is committed.”

I remarked that the secrecy with which we had begun had been marred by

the newspapers; not only all our facts but all our plans and purposes had

been revealed; even all the suspected persons had been named; these would

doubtless disguise themselves now, or go into hiding.

“Let them. They will find that when I am ready for them my hand will

descend upon them, in their secret places, as unerringly as the hand of

fate. As to the newspapers, we must keep in with them. Fame,

reputation, constant public mention–these are the detective’s bread and

butter. He must publish his facts, else he will be supposed to have

none; he must publish his theory, for nothing is so strange or striking

as a detective’s theory, or brings him so much wonderful respect; we must

publish our plans, for these the journals insist upon having, and we

could not deny them without offending. We must constantly show the

public what we are doing, or they will believe we are doing nothing.

It is much pleasanter to have a newspaper say, ‘Inspector Blunt’s

ingenious and extraordinary theory is as follows,’ than to have it say

some harsh thing, or, worse still, some sarcastic one.”

“I see the force of what you say. But I noticed that in one part of your

remarks in the papers this morning you refused to reveal your opinion

upon a certain minor point.”

“Yes, we always do that; it has a good effect. Besides, I had not formed

any opinion on that point, anyway.”

I deposited a considerable sum of money with the inspector, to meet

current expenses, and sat down to wait for news. We were expecting the

telegrams to begin to arrive at any moment now. Meantime I reread the

newspapers and also our descriptive circular, and observed that our

twenty-five thousand dollars reward seemed to be offered only to

detectives. I said I thought it ought to be offered to anybody who would

catch the elephant. The inspector said:

“It is the detectives who will find the elephant; hence the reward will

go to the right place. If other people found the animal, it would only

be by watching the detectives and taking advantage of clues and

indications stolen from them, and that would entitle the detectives to

the reward, after all. The proper office of a reward is to stimulate the

men who deliver up their time and their trained sagacities to this sort

of work, and not to confer benefits upon chance citizens who stumble upon

a capture without having earned the benefits by their own merits and

labors.”

This was reasonable enough, certainly. Now the telegraphic machine in

the corner began to click, and the following despatch was the result:

FLOWER STATION, N. Y., 7.30 A.M.

Have got a clue. Found a succession of deep tracks across a farm

near here. Followed them two miles east without result; think

elephant went west. Shall now shadow him in that direction.

DARLEY, Detective.

“Darley’s one of the best men on the force,” said the inspector. “We

shall hear from him again before long.”

Telegram No. 2 came:

BARKER’S, N. J., 7.40 A.M.

Just arrived. Glass factory broken open here during night, and

eight hundred bottles taken. Only water in large quantity near here

is five miles distant. Shall strike for there. Elephant will be

thirsty. Bottles were empty.

DARLEY, Detective.

“That promises well, too,” said the inspector.

I told you the creature’s appetites would not be bad clues.”

Telegram No. 3:

TAYLORVILLE, L. I. 8.15 A.M.

A haystack near here disappeared during night. Probably eaten.

Have got a clue, and am off.

HUBBARD, Detective.

“How he does move around!” said the inspector “I knew we had a difficult

job on hand, but we shall catch him yet.”

FLOWER STATION, N. Y., 9 A.M.

Shadowed the tracks three miles westward. Large, deep, and ragged.

Have just met a farmer who says they are not elephant-tracks. Says

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