consummated at Secret Service headquarters. Delomo got his good money with which to buy the bogus (at twenty cents on the dollar) which notes were duly marked by the Chief, and then "Mons. Leroy" once more appeared at the Revere House, where Boyd had already arrived with the counterfeit stuff, which he had obtained in New York of Frank Gleason.
Gleason was the worst scoundrel of the two, but we shall come to him by-and-by. Boyd was the man the Chief was after now. Gleason was "shadowed" directly, however, and was known to be in association with Boyd. At a meeting in a lager-beer saloon in Fulton Street, Boyd sold to "Mons. Leroy" $1,700 in counterfeits, and arranged to deliver the balance of the ordered $5,000 in the evening of same day; saying that "his man had not succeeded in getting so large a sum down, at once; since he had to go up town so far for it."
Shortly afterwards, Boyd went out, and the Detectives followed him to Barclay street, with the Chief in company. At the opportune moment "the jig was up" with Mr. James Boyd! He was collared upon the sidewalk, ironed, the marked good money that "Leroy" (Detective Delomo) had paid him for the $1,700 bogus was found upon him, and he was borne to the Chief's office "in a jiffy," not a little chagrined as well as astonished that his quondam friend "Mons. Leroy," who spoke such excellent Canadian French, who had helped him tote more than one heavy firkin of butter to a customer, as they travelled together, and who assisted to put those admirably fitting but not over-ornamental iron ruffles upon his wrists, was none other than Louis Delomo, a very clever Detective in Col. Whitley's Division of the U. S. Secret Service!
It may safely be affirmed that the ex-hotel keeper, ex-sheriff,, ex-koniacker, ex-etc, etc., was nonplussed and com-
