The Stolen White Elephant by Mark Twain

side always. His office had become an unpleasant place to me, and now

became daily more and more so. Yet if he could endure it I meant to do

so also–at least, as long as I could. So I came regularly, and stayed

–the only outsider who seemed to be capable of it. Everybody wondered

how I could; and often it seemed to me that I must desert, but at such

times I looked into that calm and apparently unconscious face, and held

my ground.

About three weeks after the elephant’s disappearance I was about to say,

one morning, that I should have to strike my colors and retire, when the

great detective arrested the thought by proposing one more superb and

masterly move.

This was to compromise with the robbers. The fertility of this man’s

invention exceeded anything I have ever seen, and I have had a wide

intercourse with the world’s finest minds. He said he was confident he

could compromise for one hundred thousand dollars and recover the

elephant. I said I believed I could scrape the amount together, but what

would become of the poor detectives who had worked so faithfully? He

said:

“In compromises they always get half.”

This removed my only objection. So the inspector wrote two notes, in

this form:

DEAR MADAM,–Your husband can make a large sum of money (and be

entirely protected from the law) by making an immediate, appointment

with me. Chief BLUNT.

He sent one of these by his confidential messenger to the “reputed wife”

of Brick Duffy, and the other to the reputed wife of Red McFadden.

Within the hour these offensive answers came:

YE OWLD FOOL: brick Duffys bin ded 2 yere.

BRIDGET MAHONEY.

CHIEF BAT,–Red McFadden is hung and in heving 18 month. Any Ass

but a detective know that.

MARY O’HOOLIGAN.

“I had long suspected these facts,” said the inspector; “this testimony

proves the unerring accuracy of my instinct.”

The moment one resource failed him he was ready with another. He

immediately wrote an advertisement for the morning papers, and I kept a

copy of it:

A.–xWhlv. 242 ht. Tjnd-fz328wmlg. Ozpo,– 2 m! 2m!. M! ogw.

He said that if the thief was alive this would bring him to the usual

rendezvous. He further explained that the usual rendezvous was a glare

where all business affairs between detectives and criminals were

conducted. This meeting would take place at twelve the next night.

We could do nothing till then, and I lost no time in getting out of the

office, and was grateful indeed for the privilege.

At eleven the next night I brought one hundred thousand dollars in

bank-notes and put them into the chief’s hands, and shortly afterward he

took his leave, with the brave old undimmed confidence in his eye.

An almost intolerable hour dragged to a close; then I heard his welcome

tread, and rose gasping and tottered to meet him. How his fine eyes

flamed with triumph! He said:

“We’ve compromised! The jokers will sing a different tune to-morrow!

Follow me!”

He took a lighted candle and strode down into the vast vaulted basement

where sixty detectives always slept, and where a score were now playing

cards to while the time. I followed close after him. He walked swiftly

down to the dim and remote end of the place, and just as I succumbed to

the pangs of suffocation and was swooning away he stumbled and fell over

the outlying members of a mighty object, and I heard him exclaim as he

went down:

“Our noble profession is vindicated. Here is your elephant!”

I was carried to the office above and restored with carbolic acid. The

whole detective force swarmed in, and such another season of triumphant

rejoicing ensued as I had never witnessed before. The reporters were

called, baskets of champagne were opened, toasts were drunk, the

handshakings and congratulations were continuous and enthusiastic.

Naturally the chief was the hero of the hour, and his happiness was so

complete and had been so patiently and worthily and bravely won that it

made me happy to see it, though I stood there a homeless beggar, my

priceless charge dead, and my position in my country’s service lost to me

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