Sure enough, they were the same counterfeits.
I could tell because the silk threads were drawn in with coloured
ink. But instead of making an arrest I decided to trail the lady.
"Now, here comes the strange part of it. Let me see, this must
have been over two months ago. I followed her out to a suburban
town, Riverwood along the Hudson, and to a swell country house
overlooking the river, private drive, stone gate, hedges, old trees,
and all that sort of thing. A sporty-looking Englishman met her
at the gate with one of those big imported touring-cars, and they
took a spin.
"I waited a day or so, but nothing more happened, and I began to
get anxious. Perhaps I was a bit hasty. Anyhow I watched my chance
and made an arrest of both of them when they came to New York on a
shopping expedition. You should have heard that Englishman swear.
I didn't know such language was possible. But in his pocket we
found twenty more of those hundred-dollar bills - that was all.
Do you think he owned up? Not a bit of it. He swore he had
picked the notes up in a pocketbook on the pier as he left the
steamer. I laughed. But when he was arraigned in court he told
the magistrate the same story and that he had advertised his find
at the time.
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