American Detective Fiction    Prior to July 1891

Link to homepage Link to browse page Link to search page Link to advanced search page link to contact us page
  Published in
The Flag of our Union, June 2, 1860
Ballou’s Dollar Magazine, August 1860
The Car Acquaintance;
The Two Bits of Paper
by Mrs. Caroline Orne
  succeed in capturing him.”

I had barely finished reading it, when a man entered the car and took a seat by an open window, directly forward of where I was sitting. He came in at the front part of the car, which gave me a good opportunity to observe him. At the moment of his entrance, I saw that he regarded me with a quick, furtive look, yet, at the same time, so keen and searching, that the thought flashed into my mind that he might belong to the detective police, and that the inquisitorial glance with which he honored me had something to do with the robbery, an account of which I had been reading. He was rather small, and his features were of a type which is commonly called handsome. At times, however, there was a certain curve or rather twist of his upper lip, which to me was absolutely repulsive. He bowed, as he was about to take his seat, and bade me good morning in a voice which, though not exactly unpleasant, had something in it to be remembered.

“Any news?” said he, after a minute’s silence, turning half way round in his seat, and . . .


Find the full text here.

print icon



    Several years ago, I entered a car at one of the New York stations, and took my place on the back seat. I looked at my watch, and found that it lacked fifteen or twenty minutes of the time to start. No one else was in the car, and unfolding a daily paper which I had just purchased of a newsboy, I commenced running my eye over its columns. The first thing that fixed my attention was the following paragraph:

“We understand that yesterday a young man employed as a clerk by Kendon & Browne in their extensive dry goods establishment, while on his way from —— Bank, where he had been to get a check for $2000 cashed, was knocked down and robbed of the whole amount. He was spoken to by a man when about midway of a dark alley, who inquired the way to Wall Street, and that is the last he remembers. The man was of middling size, rather muscular, of grave demeanor, and well but plainly clad. The police are on the alert, and will, without doubt,





Link to homepage Link to browse page Link to search page Link to advanced search page link to contact us page

All rights reserved. © 2011