oscar the detective or, dudie dunne, the exqusite detective.
An old but stirring detective narrative.
by OLD SLEUTH.

DUDIE DUNNE, THE EXQUSITE DETECTIVE.
BY OLD SLEUTH.
CHAPTER 1.
dudie dunne plays a great trick to run down a criminal --as simple john he appears innocent, but when his mask goes off the "FUR FLIES.
"oh fellers look at this! he's strayed or stolen ;let's go for him".A group of little toughs where gathered at a street corner in low locality in the city of new york , when a dude of the first water with the regular anglo step and exquisite airs walked leisurely down the street peering throuoh his single eyeglass at the surrounding tenements.He was a splendid specimen in appearance of dudie sweet and the eyes of the gamins fell upon him, they saw a chance for fun, but in the end it became plunder.
The dude walked along until he appeared opposite the spot where the boys were gathered where they lay like little indianos in ambush ready to leap forth to slaughter. The dude stopped short, gazed at them with a smile which was all simplicity an asked : "can you boys tell me where maggies aunt lives around here? tell me and i'll give you a cent apiece" .
"here! " said one of the boys and a second queried:
"what is it?"
"where did this drop from? "
"well, aint he a sweetie!"

"oh dear boys, i am so weary. i've been looking for maggie's aunt. she lives somewhere down here.
maggie is our cook and she is under the weather --yes, very much under the weather --and i agreed to notify her aunt, but hang me if i can find he aunt.i dont know her aunt name, i forgot to ask her want her aunt's name is, and all i know is that she lives down this way somewhere, and she is maggie's aunt. if you lads will take me to her i will give you a penny apiece--i will, yes --i am in earnest ---hee hee hee! "
The laugh was some thing to hear, and the lads, all in chorus, imitated the simpleton's with a "hee hee hee! " which sounded very ridiculous , and the dude said : "oh you rude boys ri really believe you are mocking me --yes, i do. now show me where maggies aunt lives --hee hee hee! "
again the lads in chorus "hee hee hee-d"
"boys what have we struck? " came the question .
"now dont be rude boys, dont be rude, or i will chastise you--yes i will chastise you. i dont want to do so but you may compel me to chastise you".

The boys just roared at this threat, and one of them stealing behind the dude gave him a "thumper" with his toe where the exquisite's pants were drawn the tightest under his long coat. "Oh, oh, you wicked boy! What do you mean? Stop, I say, stop, or I'll call the police, yes, I will." "Say, Dudie, there are no police around here; we slaughtered and burned 'em all last month; you'll find their graves down under the rocks there, so don't holler." As the spokesman uttered the words quoted he let drive and knocked off the dude's hat, which one of the gang immediately appropriated, and then the onslaught commenced. They just tore at the poor dude as a wolf tears at a carcass, and in less time than it takes to tell it they had stripped the poor fellow. One had put on the long coat and commenced to walk English style, another donned the robbed man's hat, a second secured the eyeglass, a third his undercoat, a fourth his nobby vest, and so they stripped him of all his outside apparel, assumed it themselves, and then the circus commenced. They just paraded around their poor victim, imitating in a grotesque manner all the airs of a genuine dudie sweet. Two or three rough-looking men were standing at the door of a low groggery opposite and they enjoyed the fun and laughed as merrily as the boys who were conducting the affair. "What have we struck?" the lads kept repeating, and the dude stood denuded to his shirt and trousers, appealing to the lads to restore his wardrobe, and his appeals were pitiable to hear.

"Oh, boys, you good boys, now you've had lots of fun, but dear me, I'll freeze--yes, it's an awful good joke--hee, hee, hee--but I'll freeze, and to think, boys, how I look! Why, I'll become a laughing-stock, but it's an awful good joke--yes, I've enjoyed it; we've had lots of fun--hee, hee, hee--but now restore my clothing, please do." The boys instead of returning the dude's clothes began to maltreat him. They kicked and cuffed him around until one of the men walked over and said: "Here, you rascals, stop this now." Another of the men came, and they seized the lads one after the other, took the stolen clothes away from them and restored the goods to their rightful owner. Well, this may appear very nice on the part of the men, but the sequel will show that they were actuated entirely by selfish motives. They discerned that the dude might prove good plucking for themselves, and they were very kind and consoling as they assisted him to resume his garments and he said:

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"Well, we've had lots of fun, the poor dear boys; I did feel as though they went too far and I should punish them, but I hadn't the heart--no, I haven't the heart--I am so tender-hearted. I am almost a woman when it comes to the heart, everybody says so." The men exchanged winks and laughed. It looked to them as very ridiculous--this delicate-looking dude punishing that gang of rough and vigorous gamins. The dude was speedily re-robed and one of the men said: "Let's go over and have a drink." "Thank you, gentlemen, thank you, I am much obliged certainly. We shall have a drink, but I will treat--yes, I will treat. But didn't we have fun! and I am so glad I maintained my temper and did not hurt those poor little boys. It was all play, you know--gentlemen, all play. I enjoyed it very much--yes, very much." "They were getting a little rough," said one of the men. "Yes, but you know I was getting a little rough myself. Really, I hope I didn't hurt any of them. I didn't mean to. I'm very vigorous, for I belong to an athletic club. I dare not trust myself to play rough with men, let alone boys--yes, I didn't dare strike. I didn't want to hurt any of them

"You were very gentle," said one of the men. "I intended to be. Yes, I am as gentle as a lamb unless I am aroused, then I become a lion--everybody says so--yes, I am very ferocious when I get mad, and I have to restrain myself." "I can see you are very powerful. I wouldn't like to provoke you," said the man with a wink to his companions and an unrestrained look of contempt. "I hope you never may. No, I do not like to lose my temper. I become very rough--yes, very rough indeed, my friends all tell me so; but I like fun--yes, I am a thoroughbred, I am, clean through. I gamble, I do--yes, I am a regular sport, and I am so glad I did not hurt any of those boys." "Yes, you were very considerate." "Oh, certainly, I am always considerate--my friends all say so. I am naturally kind and gentle, but terrible when I get aroused--yes, I am just awful; so, gentlemen, don't provoke me in any way." "You can bet we won't provoke you. I tell you I don't want to get it in the eye from one of those mauleys of yours, and get knocked into the middle of next week." "Hee, hee, hee! how observant you are, and now you've really discovered that I am an athlete! Well, I try not to betray the fact--yes, I am very careful to not let people know, and I try to keep my temper. I don't like to get aroused."

The men went into the barroom and the dude called for a bottle of wine, and the miserable apology for wine was put on the counter. As the dude pulled forth a big wad of bills to pay for it the eyes of the men glittered and they exchanged winks and looked longingly at the roll of greenbacks. The wine was consumed and the dude ordered segars, and he became quite talkative and drank a glass of whisky that was placed before him. Then he became still more talkative, and all the time he was the dude to perfection and boasted of his powers. "Do you know," he said, "I once had a run in with ----?" The man named was a noted boxer. "How did you come out with him?" "Oh, I was gentle with him--very gentle. He winked and I understood what he meant and let up on him and permitted him to punch me. Yes, it was business with him, you know, and I could have knocked him out before all his pupils, so I just let him punch me." "He is a pretty hard hitter they say." "Oh, no, I didn't mind his blows. He is very active--yes, very active." "Did he bleed you?" "Oh, yes, I let him bleed me a little. I was gentle, you know, and I took a black eye which I carried for a week, and he afterward apologized. Yes, he was very grateful because I was so gentle and let him punch me. I spared him, but when I looked in the glass I told him that next time I'd have to rap back a little."

The men all laughed and one of them said: "I reckon he will not tackle you again?" "No, I guess not--hee, hee, hee! I tell you when I threaten a man he looks out--yes, he does--hee, hee, hee!" "I reckon you are a lucky gambler." "You bet I am." "Yes, you educated fellows are always quick in making combinations. I like to play with a good player and learn his 'points.' I am always ready to lose to learn. What do you say for a little game with a light ante?" "Well, now see here, I don't want to rob you gentlemen--you've been so kind to me." "Oh, we don't mind losing a few dollars. You see, we are contractors. We do big jobs for the city; we've plenty of money, only we ain't educated, see, that's all. We've worked our way in the world. We are self-made men." "Well, do you know, I've got the highest regard for self-made men. My daddy was a self-made man. He was a government contractor, and when he died he left my mamma a million, and it will all come to me some day. Yes, I am the lucky only child, I am; but I don't want to rob you gentlemen." "Oh, we've all plenty of money to lose, and it's an honor to play with a real gentleman. We don't always have that privilege, and it's real condescending in you." "Oh, yes, I am very condescending--yes, yes--hee, hee, hee! But really I'd only rob you gentlemen. I call you gentlemen because you are gentlemen. I always judge of a man as I find him, as Bobby Burns bid us do, see--hee, hee, hee!"

The party had drank several times and the dude began to show the effect of his drinks. He was a dude as true and genuine as ever lived. "Let's go upstairs and have a quiet game," said the man; "we don't want to play down here where we will be disturbed by every low fellow that comes in. I tell you, gentlemen, we must protect our guest from annoyance--he is so kind as to give us a game and teach us a few points." "Say, gentlemen, I am not aristocratic; I don't put on airs; I'd just as soon play down here." "No, it is much nicer upstairs. We can have a quiet game and take our refreshments," and addressing the bartender the man asked: "Are you putting up the best every time, Sandy?" "Sure, I do; I knows me business, I do; I knows when a gentleman stands in front of the bar." Young reader, this may be a lonely sort of siren play, but it is true to life and should prove a lesson. The men were flattering the dude, and flattery is always based on design and a selfish motive. Beware of the flatterer in the first place. Eschew gambling--if you are only playing for fun it costs as much as though you were playing to make money. It is demoralizing every time, and often leads to greater crime. Gambling is a very dangerous amusement. These men were working the dude, and it is, as we have intimated, an actual incident we are describing. The conversation we reproduce verbatim. They were alluring the young man to rob him, and if the stake had been big enough these birds of prey would willingly have murdered their victim in the end to cover up the lesser crime with the greater, for they were believers in the false logic that "dead men tell no tales." We say false logic, for dead men, though their lips are silent, as a rule--ay, almost always--leave silent testimonies behind that speak for them, and crime is always revealed. The silence of the murdered is a dangerous release, for murder "will out," though, as stated, the lips of the victims are sealed in death.

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