Francis Worcester Doughty

“ Curiously I awaited Helen's return to consciousness, after having ironed Tige and turned her over to the custody of one of the men.
She opened her eyes at last.
She did not fling her arms about Shadow's neck, did not call him Mat, did not seem to recognize him.
Then Shadow was not Mat Morris!
This much was clear.
Who, then, was Shadow?
The mystery fretted me not a little.
"Are you ready for further work?" coolly asked Shadow, turning to me a minute later.
"Yes. Will we need as many men?"
"All but one. You can spare one to remain in charge here. ”

“ Soon came back a smothered reply, and we finally were led to a heavy wooden door secured by stout locks. As we could not open the latter, we proceeded to batter down the door, and released, in a half-starved condition—Mat Morris!
Shadow gave me no opportunity to indulge in feelings of surprise, or to obtain any information whatever concerning the mystery.
"Waste no time!" he said, coldly. "We have more work yet to-night." ”

“ Mr. Joseph Brown was awakened by the ringing of his doorbell, and when he demanded what was the matter, was told that an intimate friend was dying and had sent for him.
When he came out we nabbed him, and within half an hour later, despite his protestations, he was behind the bars of a cell. ”