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The first day slipped by, a blank, and the second; till, now, it was but a matter of hours. The last afternoon had come. Not even Mr. Samuel Galer, of Dodson's Private Inquiry Agency, could have kept a more unflagging watch than did Jimmy during those hours.
"Ye niver do think." "It never occurred to me " "G'wan!" said the master of the house. "Up an alley!" Mr. Galer departed. "And I asked them," said Mr. McEachern, "I asked them particularly not to send me a rube!" He lit another cigar, and began to brood over the folly of mankind.
Galer was there to keep him company. If, during the course of the day, he had occasion to fetch a handkerchief or a cigarette-case from his bedroom, he was sure, on emerging, to stumble upon Mr. Galer in the corridor. The employees of Dodson's Private Inquiry Agency believed in earning their salaries.
He was not too pleased at the interruption. He was thinking, and he wanted to be alone. Something appeared to have disturbed Spike. His bearing was excited. "Say, boss! Guess what. You know dat guy dat come dis afternoon de guy from de village, dat came wit' old man McEachern?" "Galer?" said Jimmy. "What about him?" There had been an addition to the guests at the castle that afternoon. Mr.
That's to say " Mr. McEachern started. "A detective!" "A detective, sir," said Mr. Galer, with a chuckle. "I said to him at the time " "The valet!" cried Mr. McEachern. "That's it, sir. Sir Thomas Blunt's valet, he was. That's how he got into the house, sir." Mr. McEachern grunted despairingly. "The man was right. He is a detective. Sir Thomas brought him down from London.
He could not forget that it was Jimmy who had extricated him from a very uncomfortable position. He saw now that that position was not so bad as it had seemed at the time, for the establishing of the innocence of Mr. Galer could have been effected on the morrow by an exchange of telegrams between the castle and Dodson's Private Inquiry Agency; yet it had certainly been bad enough.
Pleased by the enthusiastic reception of his narrative, he proceeded to point out the morals that were to be deduced there-from. "So, youse see, boss," he said, "it's all to de merry. When dey rubbers for de jools, an' finds dem gone, dey'll t'ink dis Galer guy swiped dem. Dey won't t'ink of us." Jimmy looked at the speaker gravely. "Of course," said he. "What a reasoner you are, Spike!
He was in a very pessimistic frame of mind when Jimmy curveted into the room, with his head in the clouds and his feet on air. "Can you spare me a few minutes, Mr. McEachern?" said Jimmy. The policeman stared heavily. "I can," he said slowly. "What is ut?" "Several things," said Jimmy, sitting down. "I'll take them in order. I'll start with our bright friend, Galer." "Galer!"
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