flower iv Chinnytown an' go on. We know now that th' dog did not
elope, that he didn't commit suicide an' that he was not kidnaped
be his rayturnin' parents. So far so good. Now I'll tell ye who
stole th' dog. Yisterdah afthernoon I see a suspicious lookin'
man goin' down th' sthreet. I say he was suspicious lookin' because
he was not disguised an' looked ivry wan in th' face. He had no
dog with him. A damning circumstance, Watson, because whin he'd
stolen th' dog he niver wud 've taken it down near Dorsey's house.
Ye wudden't notice these facts because ye'er mind while feeble
is unthrained. His coat collar was turned up an' he was whistlin'
to himsilf, a habit iv dog fanciers. As he wint be Hogan's house
he did not look around or change his gait or otherwise do annything
that wud indicate to an unthrained mind that there was annything
wrong, facts in thimsilves that proved to me cultivated intilligence
that he was guilty. I followed him in me mind's eye to his home
an' there chained to th' bed leg is Dorsey's dog. Th' name iv th'
criminal is P. X. O'Hannigan, an' he lives at twinty-wan hundhred
an' ninety-nine South Halsted sthreet, top flat, rear, a plumber
be pro-fission. Officer, arrest that man!

"That's all right," said Mr. Hennessy; "but Dugan rayturned th'
dog las' night."

"Oh, thin," said Mr. Dooley, calmly, "this is not a case f'r
Sherlock Holmes but wan f'r th' polis. That's th' throuble,
Hinnissy, with th' detictive iv th' story. Nawthin' happens in
rale life that's complicated enough f'r him. If th' Prisidint iv
th' Epworth League was a safe-blower be night th' man that'd catch
him'd be a la-ad with gr-reat powers iv observation an' thrained
habits iv raisonin'. But crime, Hinnissy, is a pursoot iv th'