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"I reckon you are dead in love with your pal."
"You needn't do any guessing on that score. She is my detective aid and
together we will perform wonders for you. I will talk the matter over
with Cad. We will lay out a plan and I will report to you."
"Good enough; I feel hopeful. It will be a great thing to run down this
gang, for, as I said, they are the most dangerous lot of criminals on
earth, and their head-center is evidently a man of genius. Let us catch
him and we will easily close down on the whole gang."
"Cad and I will locate him, you bet."
"And get the evidence?"
"I reckon when we get him we will get the evidence along with him. You
know it will be a hunt for evidence that will lead up to the capture."
"Oscar, you are not slow at the business."
"Thank you; but it's business and not compliments."
"Good enough; I expect to hear from you."
"I'll report."
"Will you have your cigar?"
"Yes, I won; I'll take it."
Oscar Dunne was a young detective who had earned a great reputation.
Some of our readers have read an account of his previous exploits and
know what a smart chap he is. Those who have not read about Dudie Dunne
we advise to do so. As stated in our previous account, Oscar had no
particular history. He had simply graduated to the detective force, and
had made a great success; and as also stated, he was a young man of
singularly effeminate appearance, with muscles like a whipcord and
powers of endurance that were seemingly tireless.
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