that I'm a pretty easy going sort, and every six months or so
I take all the men and girls employed around my house down to
Coney Island and give 'em a rip-roaring time. I make 'em my
friends, and I dance with the girls and I jolly up the men,
and we are all good pals together. Sort of unconventional,
maybe, but it pays. I know--see?--that there isn't a single
one of those people who would do me a mean trick. Not one of
'em but would lend me all the money he had. I don't care
what your operator says, the person who took that necklace
came from outside. You take that from me. The
superintendent, who is wise in his generation, scratched his
chin.

"Is that dead on the level?" he inquired.

"Gospel!" answered the other.

"I'll come up myself!" said the boss.

Next day the boss behind a broken-winded horse, in a
dilapidated buggy, drove from another town to the place where
his client lived. At the smithy on the crossroads he stopped
and borrowed a match.

"Anybody have good hosses in this town?" asked the detective.

"Sure!" answered the smith. "Mr. ------ up on the hill has the
best in the county!"

"What sort of a feller is he?"