Oscar the Detective

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Oscar the Detective, by Harlan Page Halsey

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Title: Oscar the Detective Or, Dudie Dunne, The Exquisite Detective
Author: Harlan Page Halsey
Release Date: September 19, 2006 [EBook #19335]
Language: English
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OLD SLEUTH'S SPECIAL DETECTIVE SERIES. PRICE, 25 CENTS.
OSCAR THE DETECTIVE.
By "OLD SLEUTH."
[Illustration: THE DETECTIVE CAUGHT]

OSCAR THE DETECTIVE
OR,
DUDIE DUNNE, THE EXQUISITE DETECTIVE.
An Odd but Stirring Detective Narrative.
By OLD SLEUTH.
Copyright, 1895, by Parlor Car Publishing Company. All Rights Reserved.
NEW YORK: J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY, 57 ROSE STREET.

DUDIE DUNNE, THE EXQUISITE DETECTIVE.
BY OLD SLEUTH.
CHAPTER I.
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 were gathered at a street corner in a 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 through his single eyeglass at the surrounding tenements. He was a splendid specimen in appearance of the dudie sweet, and the moment the eyes of the gamins fell upon him they saw a chance for fun. It was at first intended as a raid for fun, but in the end it became plunder.
The dude walked along until he arrived opposite the spot where the boys were gathered, where they lay like little Indians in ambush ready to leap forth to slaughter. The dude stopped short, gazed at them with a smile which was all simplicity and asked:
"Can you boys tell me where Maggie's 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 thing drop from?"
"Well, ain't 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 her aunt. I don't know her aunt's name; I forgot to ask her what her dear 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 something to hear, and the lads, all in chorus, imitated the simpleton's laugh with a "hee, hee, hee!" which sounded very ridiculous, and the dude said:
"Oh, you rude boys, I really believe you are mocking me--yes, I do. Now don't be naughty, but come and show me where Maggie's aunt lives--hee, hee, hee!"
Again the lads in chorus "hee, hee, hee-d."
"Boys, what have we struck?" came the question.
"Now don't be rude, boys, don't be rude, or I will chastise you--yes, I will chastise you. I don't 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