Auntie Sue and me have been friends for about twenty year, now.

I always stop to see her whenever I'm passing through the Elbow Rock neighborhood, if I ain't in too big a hurry.

Stayed with her a week, once, five years ago, when we was after that Lewis gang.
She knows I'd jail any man on earth that would even touch one of her sunsets." Then, as if the jesting allusion to his office reminded him of his professional duties, he added: "I plumb forgot, Auntie Sue, this gentleman is Mr.Ross.He is one of William J.Burns's crack detectives.
Don't be scared, though, he ain't after you." Auntie Sue, while joining in the laughter, and acknowledging the introduction, regarded the business-looking gentleman by the window with intense interest.
"I think," she said, slowly,--and the sweetness of her low, cultured voice was very marked in contrast to the Sheriff's thundering tones,--"I think, sir, that this is the first time in my life that I ever saw a real detective.

I have read about them, of course." Mr.Ross was captivated by the charm of this beautiful old gentlewoman, who regarded him with such child-like interest, and who spoke with such sweet frankness and dignity.

Smilingly, he returned: "I fear, madam, that you would find me very disappointing.