My, what a nice-looking
boy he is! A reg'lar lady-killer."
"You're not the man, that's dead sure," said the Pinkerton operative,
perplexity written all over his face. "We've had a job put up on us,"
he explained, turning to Braddock. "Some smart aleck sent word to our
branch that the real Jenison boy was a clown in this show. We got a
note from some one who said he belonged to the show. They sent me up
here on a chance that it was true. We had this picture in the office.
The note says David Jenison joined the show three weeks ago. How long
have you been with it?"
Dick Cronk was very cunning. "That's funny. I've been with it just
three weeks. Say, I bet I know who put up this job on you." He turned
to his friends. "It was that darned Jim Hopkins. He's always up to a
gag of some sort."
"Where is he?" demanded the detective.
"The Lord knows," said Dick. "He ducked a couple of days ago. Gone to
Cincinnati, I think he said. He works the shell game, and it got
pretty hot for him after we left Cumberland. Well, say, this IS great!
I guess the drinks are on the Pinkerton office. Thaw out, mister.
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