"Where?"

"By the fence of the big Fly factory down yonder."

"You mean the Interstate works?"

"That's the place, I guess."

Dave became more interested than ever. He handed a two dollar bill
to the tramp without further question.

"Now, my man," he said, "I've been square with you."

"That's right," assented the tramp.

"I want you to tell me all about how you came by that badge."

"Well, boss, I'm troubled with asthma, and have to sleep out of
doors nights."

"Go on."

"The police in the city know me moderately well, and I prefer the
suburbs."

"Don't fool--give me the facts."

"Night before last I camped down in a grassy spot near the fence of
the big Fly factory. It must have been about midnight when I was