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Does de odder mug, de vally gazebo, give him de glad eye? Not so's you could notice it. He gives him de merry ha-ha. He says dat dat's de woist tale dat's ever bin handed to him. 'Tell it to Sweeney! he says. 'I knows youse. Youse woims yourself into de house as a guest, when youse is really after de loidy's jools. At dese crool woids, de odder mug, Galer, gits hot under de collar.
"I don't believe it," he said. "What makes you think so?" "Why, this afternoon, I caught this man's pal, the fellow that calls himself Galer " "I know the man," said Jimmy. "He's a detective, really. Mr. McEachern brought him down here." The sleuth's jaw dropped limply, as if he had received a blow. "What?" he said, in a feeble voice. "Didn't I tell you ?" began Mr.
I doubt if, legally, you could handcuff a man for a thing like that. What have you done with good Mr. Galer?" "I've locked him in the coal-cellar," said the detective, dismally. The thought of the interview in prospect with the human bloodhound he had so mishandled was not exhilarating. "Locked him in the cellar, did you?" said Jimmy. "Well, well, I daresay he's very happy there.
"Rummest card, sir, I ever lagged in my natural," he said. "How's that? inquired Mr. McEachern amiably. "Why," grinned Mr. Galer, "you'll hardly believe it, sir, but he had the impudence, the gall, if I may use the word, the sauce to tell me he was in my own line of business. A detective, sir! Said he was going into the room to keep guard. I said to him at the time, I said, it's too thin, cocky.
"What's his name, did you say?" "Galer. Samuel Galer. Did you ever hear of him?" "Never. But there were several people in New York I didn't know. How did your father meet him over here?" "He was stopping at the inn in the village, and he'd heard about the abbey being so old, so he came over to look at it, and the first person he met was father. He's going to stay in the house now.
"Thank you, sir. Very enjoyable thing, a cigar, sir. 'Specially a good un. I have a light, I thank you, sir." "Well, and who was he?" "Not the man you told me to watch, for. 'Nother chap altogether." "That red-headed " "No, sir. Dark-haired chap. Seen him hanging about, suspicious, for a long time. Had my eye on him." Mr. Galer chuckled reminiscently.
You can tell me that, I should think, seeing he's an old Timbuctoo friend of yours. Galer's the name he goes by here." "Galer!" "That's the man. And do you know what he had the impudence, the gall, to tell me? That he was in my own line of business. A detective! He said you had sent for him to come here!" The detective laughed amusedly at the recollection. "And so he is, you fool. So I did."
"We've only just started. I say, who was that man I saw you talking to after lunch?" "How soon after lunch?" "Just before the rehearsal. He was with your father. Short chap with a square face. Dressed in gray. I hadn't seen him before." "Oh, that was Mr. Galer. A New York friend of father's." "Did you know him out in New York?" "I didn't. But he seems to know father very well."
McEachern had retired to his lair to smoke in his shirt sleeves the last and best cigar of the day, when his solitude was invaded by his old New York friend, Mr. Samuel Galer. "I've done a fair cop, sir," said Mr. Galer, without preamble, quivering with self-congratulation. "How's that?" said the master of the house. "A fair cop, sir. Caught him in the very blooming act, sir. Dark it was.
But, in the case of Galer, even Jimmy could detect the detective. "Go on," he said. Spike proceeded. "Well, de odder mug, de one down an' out on de floor wit' de irons on " "Galer, in fact," said Jimmy. "Handsome, dashing Galer!" "Sure.
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