'Yes, sir,' said I.'I guess you don't remember me,' says he.

I told him I did, but I lied.

It wouldn't do fer him to think I didn't know him an' me a detective, don't y'see?
"We chatted about the weather an' the crops, him ridin' longside the buckboard.

Doggone, his face was familiar, but I couldn't place it.
Finally, he leaned over an' said, solemn-like: 'Have you still got the little girl that was left on your porch ?' You bet I jumped when he said that.

'Yes,' says I, 'but she ain't a little girl now.