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The Case of the Golden Bullet
by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner
INTRODUCTION TO JOE MULLER
Joseph Muller； Secret Service detective of the Imperial Austrian
police； is one of the great experts in his profession。 In
personality he differs greatly from other famous detectives。 He
has neither the impressive authority of Sherlock Holmes； nor the
keen brilliancy of Monsieur Lecoq。 Muller is a small； slight；
plain…looking man； of indefinite age； and of much humbleness of
mien。 A naturally retiring； modest disposition； and two external
causes are the reasons for Muller's humbleness of manner； which
is his chief characteristic。 One cause is the fact that in early
youth a miscarriage of justice gave him several years in prison；
an experience which cast a stigma on his name and which made it
impossible for him； for many years after； to obtain honest
employment。 But the world is richer； and safer； by Muller's
early misfortune。 For it was this experience which threw him
back on his own peculiar talents for a livelihood； and drove him
into the police force。 Had he been able to enter any other
profession； his genius might have been stunted to a mere pastime；
instead of being； as now； utilised for the public good。
Then； the red tape and bureaucratic etiquette which attaches to
every governmental department； puts the secret service men of the
Imperial police on a par with the lower ranks of the subordinates。
Muller's official rank is scarcely much higher than that of a
policeman； although kings and councillors consult him and the
Police Department realises to the full what a treasure it has in
him。 But official red tape； and his early misfortune 。。。 prevent
the giving of any higher official standing to even such a genius。
Born and bred to such conditions； Muller understands them； and
his natural modesty of disposition asks for no outward honours；
asks for nothing but an income sufficient for his simple needs；
and for aid and opportunity to occupy himself in the way he most
enjoys。
Joseph Muller's character is a strange mixture。 The
kindest…hearted man in the world； he is a human bloodhound when
once the lure of the trail has caught him。 He scarcely eats or
sleeps when the chase is on； he does not seem to know human
weakness nor fatigue； in spite of his frail body。 Once put on
a case his mind delves and delves until it finds a clue； then
something awakes within him； a spirit akin to that which holds
the bloodhound nose to trail； and he will accomplish the apparently
impossible； he will track down his victim when the entire machinery
of a great police department seems helpless to discover anything。
The high chiefs and commissioners grant a condescending permission
when Muller asks； 〃May I do this？ 。。。 or may I handle this case
this way？〃 both parties knowing all the while that it is a farce；
and that the department waits helpless until this humble little
man saves its honour by solving some problem before which its
intricate machinery has stood dazed and puzzled。
This call of the trail is something that is stronger than anything
else in Muller's mentality； and now and then it brings him into
conflict with the department； 。。。 or with his own better nature。
Sometimes his unerring instinct discovers secrets in high places；
secrets which the Police Department is bidden to hush up and leave
untouched。 Muller is then taken off the case； and left idle for
a while if he persists in his opinion as to the true facts。 And
at other times； Muller's own warm heart gets him into trouble。 He
will track down his victim； driven by the power in his soul which
is stronger than all volition； but when he has this victim in the
net； he will sometimes discover him to be a much finer； better man
than the other individual； whose wrong at this particular criminal's
hand set in motion the machinery of justice。 Several times that
has happened to Muller； and each time his heart got the better of
his professional instincts； of his practical common…sense； too；
perhaps； 。。。 at least as far as his own advancement was concerned；
and he warned the victim； defeating his own work。 This peculiarity
of Muller's character caused his undoing at last； his official
undoing that is； and compelled his retirement from the force。 But
his advice is often sought unofficially by the Department； and to
those who know； Muller's hand can be seen in the unravelling of
many a famous case。
The following stories are but a few of the many interesting cases
that have come within the experience of this great detective。
But they give a fair portrayal of Muller's peculiar method of
working； his looking on himself as merely an humble member of the
Department； and the comedy of his acting under 〃official orders〃
when the Department is in reality following out his directions。
THE CASE OF HE GOLDEN BULLET
by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner
〃Please； sir； there is a man outside who asks to see you。〃
〃What does he want？〃 asked Commissioner Horn； looking up。
〃He says he has something to report； sir。〃
〃Send him in； then。〃
The attendant disappeared； and the commissioner looked up at the
clock。 It was just striking eleven； but the fellow official who
was to relieve him at that hour had not yet appeared。 And if this
should chance to be a new case； he would probably be obliged to
take it himself。 The commissioner was not in a very good humour
as he sat back to receive the young man who entered the room in
the wake of the attendant。 The stranger was a sturdy youth； with
an unintelligent； good…natured face。 He twisted his soft hat in
his hands in evident embarrassment； and his eyes wandered helplessly
about the great bare room。
〃Who are you？〃 demanded the commissioner。
〃My name is Dummel； sir； Johann Dummel。〃
〃And your occupation？〃
〃My occupation？ Oh； yes； I … I am a valet； valet to Professor
Fellner。〃
The commissioner sat up and looked interested。 He knew Fellner
personally and liked him。 〃What have you to report to me？〃 he
asked eagerly。
〃I … I don't know whether I ought to have come here； but at home … 〃
〃Well； is anything the matter？〃 insisted Horn。
〃Why； sir； I don't know； but the Professor … he is so still … he
doesn't answer。〃
Horn sprang from his chair。 〃Is he ill？〃 he asked。
〃I don't know； sir。 His room is locked … he never locked it before。〃
〃And you are certain he is at home？〃
〃Yes； sir。 I saw him during the night … and the key is in the lock
on the inside。〃
The commissioner had his hat in his hand when the colleague who was
to relieve him appeared。 〃Good and cold out to…day！〃 was the
latter's greeting。 Horn answered with an ironical： 〃Then I suppose
you'll be glad if I relieve you of this case。 But I assure you I
wouldn't do it if it wasn't Fellner。 Good…bye。 Oh； and one thing
more。 Please send a physician at once to Fellner's house； No。 7
Field Street。〃
Horn opened the door and passed on into the adjoining room；
accompanied by Johann。 The commissioner halted a moment as his
eyes fell upon a little man who sat in the corner reading a
newspaper。 〃Hello； Muller； yo