A Double Barrelled Detective Story

By Mark Twain

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...A DOUBLE BARRELLED DETECTIVE STORY

By Mark Twain




PART I

"We ought never...

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..."Why don't you go to your
father and tell him?" Then he invented new tortures, applied...

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...the mother. She
taught him diligently and intelligently, and was satisfied with the
results--even a little proud...

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...way
you are quite different from other people. You can see in the dark,
you can smell...

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...But she considered that his love for her and worship of
her made up for it....

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...all made; everything is
ready. Here is a letter of credit; spend freely, there is no...

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...head
and fly the place penniless."

"I shall not forget."

"You will need to use these forms only...

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...it. And so his
paper--the principal one in the town--had it in glaring type on the
editorial...

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...New York could produce greenbacks quite conveniently. There was
talk of this odd thing, but only...

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...prospecting daily; is gone all day, and avoids society.
I am living at a miner's boarding-house,...

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...stupid we have been
not to reflect that the guilty one would never again wear his...

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...answer? But the Denver people
would wake up then and say "Oho!" and they would remember...

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...complain. "A letter a year" is a paucity; I freely
acknowledge it; but how can one...

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...sheep of the
camp--Flint Buckner--and the only man Flint ever talks with or allows to
talk with...

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...has made no big
strike; the world is ignorant of its name and place.

On both sides...

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...of his trouble, and tried to get him to leave Buckner; but
the boy showed fright...

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...also, as always theretofore, he
would allow no one to hear him say a resentful or...

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...fuse?"

"No, sir."

"You don't! Well, if you don't beat anything I ever saw!"

He climbed out of...

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...shanty. At last all
was complete, and he said,

"If he's got any suspicions that I'm going...

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...man but one. He was the new-comer--Peterson. He
ordered the drinks all round, and asked who...

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...flew open,
and an excited crowd burst in, with the camp's one white woman in the
lead...

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...swiftly southward, the files following, swaying and
bending in and out with the deep curves of...

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...to
see the thing that Archy's finger was resting upon. There was a pause,
then a several-barrelled...

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...Buckner's. At that time Fetlock
Jones seemed to turn sick. He muttered to himself,

"Uncle Sherlock! The...

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..."Comes from thought--that's what
it comes from. Hell! duffers like us don't know what real thought...

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...over to Hogan's and glanced--just glanced, that's
all--at the premises, and that's enough. See everything? Yes,...

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...over the sage-brush range an hour and a half in a
mass-meeting crowd for him, boys--you...

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...others will come handy--in the way of nailing an alibi where it
can't be budged."

He and...

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...half-circle, inclosing a large vacant space which
included the front exposure of the site of the...

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...way. Glad? 'George!
it ain't any name for it. Dontchuknow, Archy could 've learnt something
if he'd...

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...gentlemen chance to know where the lad Fetlock Jones was
at the time of the explosion?"

A...

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...every man reached for his
neighbor's hand and wrung it, with tears in his eyes; and...

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...with fright. He was near to crying. He turned this
way and that, appealing to every...

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...is burned half-way down. The remaining half of it
has marks cut upon it an inch...

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...and connected with that end of the
fuse--which I am also betting there was, though I...

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...of it."

Stillman said, glancing at the guest, "I was along there myself at
half past eight--no,...

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...it looked so to the public. He opened his
mouth to speak; the words did not...

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...but when his arrest and trial were decreed,
he broke out despairingly, and said,

"No! it's no...

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...lightning had
withered him in his tracks; and as the boys came running he struggled to
his...

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...and the frost upon his hair, and the
marks which sorrow and distress have left upon...

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...and jibbered with joy. But my heart
broke; for I had read about that man, and...

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...sake I asked,

"Can he stop a mob?"

"Can he stop a mob! Can Jack Fairfax stop...

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...covered him promptly, and said,

"Drop your hand, you parlor-desperado. Kick the fire away. Now unchain
the...

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...personally
responsible if he was molested again. Then he turned to the mob and
said,

"Hunt your holes,...