One of the greatest detectives In
the world (in his own opinion and,
what was more remarkable still, in
that of his wife) sat down to bis eve
ning meal. He called it supper; as
they called it immediately after the
stone affe, when man and woman be
gan to form habits. This supper ccn-
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slsted of corned-beef, cabbage and
boiled potatoes. Haggerty heaped his
plate, proceeded to slice the three into
a coarse hash and sprinkled it liber
ally with salt, pepper and vinegar. He
was not a talkative man at his meals,
which he thoroughly enjoyed, having
a constitution far more rugged than
that of the United States, in that it
was not open to promiscuous amend
ments. Nor was Mrs. Haggerty trou
bled with the vapors of the fashion
able. She ate as silently and heartily
as her lord and master. They finished
off the meal with quarter slices of rich
mince pie, washed down the whole with
pints of aromatic coffee, and then
smiled across the table. Their admira
tion for each other was mutual; it had
stood the acid test of eight years of
propinquity.
Haggerty was a real detective, a
post-graduate in the virtues and delin
quencies of humanity; the detective
you and I know in every-day life; who
was once a policeman on our block and
who winked when we broke a window
playing one-old-cat. Haggerty's salary
might be called handsome. If one in
cluded the splits in frequent rewards;
but as the pay of a man who took his
life in his hands seven days In the
week and fifty weeks in the year, It
was less than meager.
