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"Why, yes!"

"Ha! It's hard work t' get it int' your heads that when y' see a ht, in a quiet side-street it's up t' you t'

ask hiht he was chasin' a cab"

"Well, listen here Till th' owner comes back, keep your eyes peeled

on this place An' any one y' see prowling around, nab hierty departed in a hurry He had alreadyto do He hunted up a taxicab and told the chauffeur

where to go, advising him to "hit it up" His destination was the

studio-apartment of J Mortimer Forbes, the artist It was late, but

this fact did not trouble Haggerty Forbes never went to bed until

there was positively nothing else to do

The elevator-boy inforerty that Mr Forbes had just returned

froerty pushed the bell-button A

dog bayed

"Why, Haggerty, what's up? Corowl ended in a friendly snuffle, and he began to dance

upon Haggerty's broad-toed shoes

"Bottle of beer? Cigar? Take that easy chair What's on your ht?" Forbes rattled away "Why, man, there's a cut on the side

of your head!"

"Uhuh Got any witch-hazel?" The detective sat down, stretched out