I don't care what your operator says, the person who took that necklace came from outside.

You take that from me.

The superintendent, who is wise in his generation, scratched his chin.
"Is that dead on the level ?" he inquired.
"Gospel!" answered the other.
"I'll come up myself!" said the boss.
Next day the boss behind a broken-winded horse, in a dilapidated buggy, drove from another town to the place where his client lived.

At the smithy on the crossroads he stopped and borrowed a match.
"Anybody have good hosses in this town ?" asked the detective.
"Sure!" answered the smith.

"Mr .------ up on the hill has the best in the county!" "What sort of a feller is he ?" The smith chewed in silence for a moment.
"Don't know him myself, but I tell you what, his help says he's the best employer they ever had--and they stay there forever!" The boss drove on to the house, which he observed was situated at about an equal distance from three different railway stations and surrounded by a piazza with pillars.