The Lady Sleuths MEGAPACK ™: 20 Modern and Classic Tales of Female Detectives

by Catherine Louisa Pirkis

  “You sure you don’t want it?” Nan had asked, maybe two dozen times.

  And each time, Pita had said, “Positive. The case is too big for me.”

  Although it wasn’t. She could have gone to La Jolla, Webster, and Garcia as a rainmaker, someone who brought in a huge case and made millions for the company.

  But she didn’t.

  Because this case had taught her a few things.

  She’d learned that she hated big cases with lots and lots of evidence.

  She’d learned that she really didn’t care about the money. (Although the ten thousand dollar bonus that Nan had paid her—a bonus Pita hadn’t asked for—had come in very handy.)

  And she learned how valuable it was to know the people of her town. If she hadn’t spent all those evenings in the cafeteria with Jessup, she wouldn’t have trusted his story, and she never would have hired the forensic examiner.

  Her mom had been right, all those years ago. Rio Gordo wasn’t a bad place. Yeah, it was impoverished. Yeah, it was filled with dust, and didn’t have a good night life or a great university.

  But it did have some pretty spectacular people.

  People who congratulated Pita for the next year on her success in the Hughes case. People who now came to her to do their wills or their prenups. People who asked her advice on the smallest legal matters, and believed her when she gave them an unvarnished opinion.

  Her biggest case had helped her discover her calling: She was a small town attorney—someone who cared more about the people around her than the money their cases could bring in.

  She wouldn’t be rich.

  But she would be happy.

  And that was more than enough.

  CAD METTI, THE FEMALE DETECTIVE STRATEGIST, by Old Sleuth

  OR, DUDIE DUNNE AGAIN IN THE FIELD

  CHAPTER I

  Two Skillful Young Detectives Overmatch a Brace of Villains and Prove What Nerve and Courage Can Do.

  “Let’s duck him and steal the girl.”

  A young lady and gentleman were walking on the sands at Coney Island beach. The lady was very handsomely attired, and by her side walked a young man, a perfect type in appearance of an effeminate dude. Three rough-looking men had been following the lady and gentleman at a distance, and when the latter stopped at a remote part of the beach far from any hotel the three men held a consultation, and one of them uttered the declaration with which we open our narrative.

  As usual certain very exciting incidents led up to the scene we have depicted. One week prior to the meeting on the beach a young detective known as Dudie Dunne, owing to the fact that he often assumed the rôle of a dude as a throw-off, was seated in a hotel smoking-room when a shrewd-faced, athletic-looking man approached him and said:

  “Hello, Dunne! I’ve been on the lookout for you.”

  “You’ve found me.”

  “I have, and I’m glad. I’ve got a great shadow for you.”

  “I am all ears, Wise.”

  “I want you in the government service. There is a chance for you to make a big hit.”

  “I am ready to make a big hit, Wise.”

  “You are in a position to do it. You speak Italian, but what is better, you have your lady pal. She is a real Italian, I am told, and one of the bravest and brightest women that ever entered the profession.”

  “Some one told you that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Whoever did so knew what they were talking about. Cad Metti is one of the brightest women that ever entered the profession; she is a born detective. What is the job?”

  “There is a gang at work—the worst ever known. They are Italians, but they have a contingent of American and English rogues working with them. They are the most dangerous operators that ever organized for the coining of base money. They are located all over the United States. They have regular passwords. Indeed, their organization is perfect, and with them are a number of desperate assassins, and a few beautiful women. I can’t go into all the details, but the government has appropriated a large sum from the secret service fund. We must run down and break up this dangerous gang.”

  “You have the case in hand?”

  “I am directing the hunt. I have twenty of my best men on the case, and I have trailed down to the fact that all the movements are directed from New York. The chief men are located here, and never in the history of criminal doings was such a dangerous lot at work.”

  “What points have you?”

  “The only point I have is the fact that the leaders are located here in New York.”

  “In what line are they working?”

  “They are counterfeiting in all its branches, they are bank robbing and burglarizing private houses. Indeed every sort of criminal appears to be in the organization. It is not even confined to the United States. They are sending base American money to Mexico and Cuba. The president of the Mexican republic has sent a large sum here to aid in their capture. The merchants of Havana have also sent on a fund.”

  “And you have no clues as to the identity of these people?”

  “We have captured several of the gang, but that does not interrupt the work. It’s the leaders we want, and if you can get in and trail them down it will be the biggest feather you ever wore in your cap. But let me tell you, it’s a dangerous job. Several of our men have mysteriously vanished. Two we know were assassinated; the others have been done away with. My reputation is at stake. Thus far I have been baffled.”

  “And what do you want me to do?”

  “Shadow down and locate the leaders.”

  “Can you give me a hint where to look for them? That is, can you give me any starter at all?”

  “I cannot. You may find them mingling in the best society in New York; you may find them in the slums under cover. One thing is certain: they are the shrewdest rascals that ever defied the whole detective force of the United States, and I have great hopes that you can succeed where we have all failed. You can command me for all the money you need; and now get in and run down these rogues.”

  “You have no photographs?”

  “No.”

  “You say there are women in with the gang?”

  “Yes.”

  “Here in New York?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are the women shoving the queer?”

  “If they do they do it so well we cannot trace them; but there are women in the gang.”

  “Have they a workshop here?”

  “I do not think they have. I believe the workshop is in some remote place, possibly in Mexican territory; but the leaders are here, and it is necessary to trail down the leaders and get the evidence against them. If we get the leaders we can knock out the whole gang. My men have located members of the gang, and we can close in on them any time, but none of them will squeal as long as the leaders go free. But once let us secure the leaders and there will follow a wholesale squeal, and we can break up the gang.”

  “All right, I am in with you. I will see Cad Metti and talk the matter over with you later on.”

  “I should like to meet your female pal.”

  During the time Wise, the great special, had been talking to Dunne a district messenger lad had been standing near munching on a cracker which he had taken from the free lunch table, and at the proper moment he stepped forward and handed our hero a note.

  The latter glanced at the missive and said:

  “All right, lad; there is no answer.”

  The boy stood around and finally Dunne handed him a nickel. The boy laughed, said “thank you,” and walked away, and Dunne said:

  “You have never seen Cad Metti?”

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Why, certainly, I’d know if I had ever seen h
er.”

  “You would?”

  “Yes.”

  “Wise, your memory fails you.”

  “I’ve never been accused of loss of memory.”

  “You never have?”

  “No.”

  “And yet you’ve seen Cad Metti.”

  “Never.”

  “You are sure.”

  “Certainly.”

  “You saw her once talking to me.”

  “Never.”

  “Come, come, I’ll bet you a cigar.”

  “No use to bet; I tell you I’ve never seen the girl.”

  “Then bet.”

  “All right, I’ll bet.”

  “And you’ve never seen her?”

  “Never.”

  “But you did see her once, and as an old detective with his eyes always peeping I supposed you recognized her.”

  “I reckon I would have recognized her if I had ever seen her. You have some other officer in your mind whom you confound with me.”

  “No, you once saw her with me. She was under cover, but of course you would fall to that.”

  “But I’ve never seen her.”

  “Then it’s a bet?”

  “Yes.”

  “You saw Cad Metti within the last five minutes.”

  “I did?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where?”

  “That you should know. I tell you that you have seen her.”

  “I say I never have.”

  “You think you would have recognized her?”

  “Yes.”

  “Under any cover?”

  “Yes.”

  “You have seen her all the same.”

  Wise was thoughtful a moment and then exclaimed:

  “Great Scott! it is impossible.”

  “No, sir.”

  “Do you mean to tell me that——”

  “Yes, I mean to tell you that the messenger lad was Cad Metti.”

  “Great Cæsar! Oscar Dunne, that girl is a marvel.”

  “Well, she is.”

  “I’ve heard how you first met her.”

  “Yes, and I’ve been her instructor. She is, I will admit, the most wonderful girl I ever met. Did I say met? I will add I never read or heard of such a girl. She could make her living on the stage as a marvel. She is a great musical genius. She can sing or dance, she can fence or wrestle like a man. Her strength is extraordinary, and as a pistol shot she is the champion woman of the world; and when it comes to quickness, nerve, cunning, and courage she cannot be excelled.”

  “I reckon you are dead in love with your pal.”

  “You needn’t do any guessing on that score. She is my detective aid and together we will perform wonders for you. I will talk the matter over with Cad. We will lay out a plan and I will report to you.”

  “Good enough; I feel hopeful. It will be a great thing to run down this gang, for, as I said, they are the most dangerous lot of criminals on earth, and their head-center is evidently a man of genius. Let us catch him and we will easily close down on the whole gang.”

  “Cad and I will locate him, you bet.”

  “And get the evidence?”

  “I reckon when we get him we will get the evidence along with him. You know it will be a hunt for evidence that will lead up to the capture.”

  “Oscar, you are not slow at the business.”

  “Thank you; but it’s business and not compliments.”

  “Good enough; I expect to hear from you.”

  “I’ll report.”

  “Will you have your cigar?”

  “Yes, I won; I’ll take it.”

  Oscar Dunne was a young detective who had earned a great reputation. Some of our readers have read an account of his previous exploits and know what a smart chap he is. Those who have not read about Dudie Dunne we advise to do so. As stated in our previous account, Oscar had no particular history. He had simply graduated to the detective force, and had made a great success; and as also stated, he was a young man of singularly effeminate appearance, with muscles like a whipcord and powers of endurance that were seemingly tireless. He was not only a great athlete but a wonderful boxer, and it was a favorite role with him to assume the character of a dude, and many a surprise he had given to various smart Alecs during his career on the force, and with the surprise he generally administered when required a good sound drubbing to some fellow who had set him down as an exquisite. His looks when in the “dude cover” were very deceiving, and when he started in to throw off his mask he became a terror to evil-doers, and at the time when we introduce him a second time to our readers he had won a great reputation as a singularly successful detective officer.

  Shortly after parting with Wise, the great government special, Oscar went on to the street, and proceeding up town entered a very respectable-looking house which he entered with a night key. It was his home. He had made considerable money and had provided a home for himself. The house outside was very unpretentious, but inside it was as luxurious as the home of a rich bachelor. We will here state for the information of our readers who are making their first acquaintance with Oscar Dunne that in a great case in which he had been engaged he met a beautiful Italian girl who aided him very materially. The girl earned a good reward and when Oscar asked her what she proposed to do her answer was:

  “I shall become a detective,” and then and there a partnership was formed between Oscar Dunne and Caroline Metti. The latter lived with a countrywoman who had kept boarders, but who was only too glad to give up her general boarding business to become a housekeeper for Cad Metti, the latter having rescued and adopted two Italian children from the street, a boy and girl, whom she had determined to educate and advance in life in case both proved worthy.

  Cad Metti’s home was not far from the residence of her male professional partner, and the pair were in constant communication. Oscar was an adept at disguises, and he had found in Cad Metti a ready scholar, and between them they had studied the art of disguise as a science and both had become very versatile and proficient.

  As stated, Oscar went direct to his rooms after parting from Wise, the government special, and a few moments later a veiled lady appeared at his door and was shown into his sitting-room. Oscar’s housekeeper was a sister of his mother, a motherly old lady, to whom the detective had given a home. The veiled lady entered the house in a manner that might have suggested to a countryman that she was one of the family. She entered the sitting-room, as indicated, and throwing aside her veil stood revealed in all her magnificent youthful beauty.

  “Cad,” said our hero, “I am glad you have come.”

  The female detective, who had removed her veil, smiled a dazzling smile and said:

  “I thought you might wish to see me.”

  “I always wish to see you, but this time it is on business.”

  “Then let’s follow the advice you have often given: spare compliments and talk business.”

  Oscar proceeded and related to his lady pal word for word all that had passed between the government special and himself. The female detective listened with deep attention, and when the narrative was concluded said:

  “I think we can locate this man.”

  “I think we can; but how shall we start in?”

  Cad was thoughtful a moment and then said:

  “In our old way.”

  “How is that?”

  “Chum for them.”

  This criminal “chumming” has yielded good returns, as a rule. It is the best card in the detective profession.

  “Where shall we chum?”

  “Everywhere.”

  “I’ll put it straight. Where shall we start in?”

  Again the beauti
ful Cad Metti pondered, and after an interval said:

  “Criminals as a rule are fond of race betting.”

  “That’s so.”

  “We’ve picked up many a clue down at the race track.”

  “We have.”

  “Let’s try a little chumming down there. Good races are on, and if ever our bluefish show up at the track they will do so this present week.”

  “And we’ll lure them as they swim, eh?”

  “That’s it.”

  “How will we make up?”

  “You are to became Dudie Dunne. I will become Silly Sal.”

  “And we’ll bet on the races?”

  “We will.”

  “It’s a go, Cad. To-morrow we will take in the races and chum for our game.”

  On the following day the two detectives, well gotten up for their “chumming” scheme, started down for the Sheepshead Bay track.

  They went on the course and played the rôle they had determined to play to perfection. They attracted considerable attention and that was what they most desired, for it was their “chumming” game to bring around the fish.

  CHAPTER II

  Cad Metti and Oscar Dunne Do Some Fine “Chumming” and Succeed in Bringing a Big Fish to Nibble at Their Bait.

  Oscar Dunne and Cad Metti were indeed great experts in enacting a rôle. They took a seat in the grand stand and through a messenger boy bet on the races. They won, and they laughed and tittered in delight over their success, and, as intimated, attracted a great deal of attention, and they exhibited considerable money. Oscar was playing the rôle of a dude with plenty of “stuff,” as the vulgar phrase puts it, and Cad was playing the rôle of a fast young girl who was leading the exquisite fool to squander his roll. Well, it was a great chumming game well played—played before a lot of men who were as avaricious as impecunious gamblers always are. There were men there who bet and lost. There were men there who had no money to risk, and they all thought themselves possessed of brains, and here was a silly fool loaded with money, and here also was a silly girl reaping a rich harvest in greenbacks from her enamored dude, as it appeared, and so the game went on until a man with a keen eye got them under his glance. He stood awhile and watched them, and various expressions passed over his face. After a little the man strolled away. He joined two other men, and going close to them he said in a low tone: