American Detective Fiction    April 1841-July 1891

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  P ublished in
The Boston Daily Atlas, September 4, 1949 under the title "Recollections of a Police Officer."
Tioga Eagle, October  10, 1849
the Oshkosh [WI] True Democrat, November 16, 1849.

This story was originally published as “Recollections of a Police-Officier” in Chambers' Edinburgh Journal on July 28, 1849.

This story was later published as “The Gambler” in the collection Recollections of a Police-Officer by William Russell, under the pseudonym Thomas Waters (London: J.& C. Brown & Co., 1856).

Prior to the British publication of this volume, a pirated collection of the stories—also titled Recollections of a Police-Officer—was published in America (New York: Cornish and Lamport, 1852).

    "The Gambler's Revenge?" continued from p. 5

friend as if he were some frightful goblin about to swallow you. Really—”

“Hush! Let us speak together in the lobby. An old friend,” he added in answer to Mr. Merton’s surprised stare. “We will return in an instant.”

“Why, what is all this, Waters?” said Cardon, recovering his wonted sang froid the instant we were alone. “I understood that you had retired from amongst us; were in fact—what shall I say?”

“Ruined—done up! Nobody should know better than you.”

“My good fellow you do not imagine—”

“I do not imagine anything, my dear Cardon. I was very thoroughly done—done brown as it is written in the vulgar tongue. But unfortunately my kind old uncle—”

    “Passgrove is dead!” interrupted my old acquaintance, eagerly jumping to a conclusion, “and you are his heir! I congratulate you, my dear fellow. This is indeed a charming ‘reverse of circumstances.’”

“Yes; but mind I have given up the old game. No more dice-deviltry for me. I have promised Emily never even to touch a card again.”

The cold, hard eye of the incarnate fiend—he was little else—gleamed mockingly as these “good intentions” of a practiced gamester fell upon his ear, but he only replied, “Very good; quite right, my dear boy. But come, let me introduce you to Mr. Merton, a highly connected personage I assure you. By-the-bye, Waters,” he added in a caressing confidential tone, “my name, for family and other reasons, which I will hereafter explain to you, is for the present Sanford.”


“Yes; do not forget. But allons, or the ballet will be over.”

Continued on p.7


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