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Updated: June 26, 2025
"My fee, if successful, will be $500," said Shamrock Jolnes. Meeks bowed his agreement to the price. "I will undertake your case, Mr. Meeks," said Jolnes, finally. "The disappearance of people in this city has always been an interesting problem to me. I remember a case that I brought to a successful outcome a year ago.
But on certain "off" days when confessions are coming in slowly and three or four newspapers have run to earth as many different guilty persons, Jolnes will knock about the town with me, exhibiting, to my great delight and instruction, his marvellous powers of observation and deduction.
"Vell, I pet you trinks und cigars all round dot you cannot tell vot I haf eaten for breakfast." "Done," said Jolnes. "Sausage, pumpernickel and coffee." Rheingelder admitted the correctness of the surmise and paid the bet. When we had proceeded on our way I said to Jolnes: "I thought you looked at the egg spilled on his chin and shirt front." "I did," said Jolnes.
They had moved into the flat across the hall and changed their name to Kralc." Shamrock Jolnes and his client went to the tenement house where Mary Snyder had lived, and the detective demanded to be shown the room in which she had lived. It had been occupied by no tenant since her disappearance. The room was small, dingy, and poorly furnished.
At the end of half an hour Jolnes had collected a few seemingly unintelligible articles a cheap black hat pin, a piece torn off a theatre programme, and the end of a small torn card on which was the word "left" and the characters "C 12." Shamrock Jolnes leaned against the mantel for ten minutes, with his head resting upon his hand, and an absorbed look upon his intellectual face.
But I am working just now on a little problem of my own." "Why have you that string on your finger?" I asked. "That's the problem," said Jolnes. "My wife tied that on this morning to remind me of something I was to send up to the house. Sit down, Whatsup, and excuse me for a few moments."
"I could see," said Jolnes, "one in the background who added no flower; and I knew that she must be " "Adopted!" I broke in. "I give you every credit; but how did you know he was leaving for the South to-night?" "In his breast pocket," said the great detective, "something large and oval made a protuberance. Good liquor is scarce on trains, and it is a long journey from New York to Fairfax County."
Failure in the slightest point always galled Shamrock Jolnes. "Did you say your three daughters?" he asked of the Virginia gentleman. "Yes, suh, my three daughters, all as fine girls as there are in Fairfax County," was the answer. With that Major Ellison stopped the car and began to descend the step. Shamrock Jolnes clutched his arm.
"Don't say guess," said Jolnes, with a touch of pride in his air; "there is no such word in the lexicon of ratiocination. In Major Ellison's buttonhole there was a carnation and a rosebud backed by a geranium leaf. No woman ever combined a carnation and a rosebud into a boutonniere. Close your eyes, Whatsup, and give the logic of your imagination a chance.
At successive corners other ladies climbed aboard, and soon three or four of them were standing over the man, clinging to straps and glaring meaningly at the man who occupied the coveted seat. But he resolutely retained his place. "We New Yorkers," I remarked to Jolnes, "have about lost our manners, as far as the exercise of them in public goes."
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