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Thus I had taken the voyage across the
ocean to attend the International Electrical Congress in London,
and had unexpectedly been thrown in with Guy Garrick, who later
seemed destined to play such an important part in my life.
Garrick was a detective, young, university bred, of good family,
alert, and an interesting personality to me. He had travelled
much, especially in London, Paris, Berlin, and Vienna, where he
had studied the amazing growth abroad of the new criminal science.
Already I knew something, by hearsay, of the men he had seen,
Gross, Lacassagne, Reiss, and the now immortal Bertillon. Our
acquaintance, therefore, had rapidly ripened into friendship, and
on our return, I had formed a habit of dropping in frequently on
him of an evening, as I had this night, to smoke a pipe or two and
talk over matters of common interest in his profession.
He had paused a moment in what he was saying, but now resumed,
less reflectively, "Fortunately, Marshall, the crime-hunters have
gone ahead faster than the criminals.


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