"Was she carryin" a big bundle?" asked Anderson Crow.
The men replied in the negative.
"Then she couldn"t have been the party wanted. The one we"re after certainly had a big bundle."
"But, Mr. Crow, isn"t it possible that these men saw her after she left the basket at--" began the Presbyterian minister.
"That ain"t the way I deduce it," observed the town detective tartly.
"In the first place, she wouldn"t "a" been standin" "round like that if the job was over, would she? Wouldn"t she "a" been streakin" out fer home? "Course she would."
"She may have paused near the church to see whether you took the child in," persisted the divine.
"But she couldn"t have saw my porch from the back end of the church."
"n.o.body said she was standing back of the church," said the lineman.
"What"s that? You don"t mean it?" cried Anderson, pulling out of a difficulty bravely. "That makes all the difference in the world. Why didn"t you say she was in front of the church? Cain"t you see we"ve wasted time here jest because you didn"t have sense "nough to--"
"Anybody ought to know it "thout being told, you old Rube," growled the lineman, who was from Boggs City.
"Here, now, sir, that will do you! I won"t "low no man to--"
"Anderson, be quiet!" cautioned Mrs. Crow. "You"ll wake the baby!" This started a new train of thought in Anderson"s perplexed mind.
"Mebby she was waitin" there while some one--her husband, fer instance--was leavin" the baskit," volunteered Isaac Porter humbly.
"Don"t bother me, Ike; I"m thinkin" of somethin" else," muttered Anderson. "Husband nothin"! Do you s"pose she"d "a" trusted that baby with a fool husband on a terrible night like that? Ladies and gentlemen, this here baby was left by a _female_ resident of this very town." His hearers gasped and looked at him wide-eyed. "If she has a husband, he don"t know he"s the father of this here baby. Don"t you see that a woman couldn"t "a" carried a heavy baskit any great distance? She couldn"t "a"
packed it from Boggs City er New York er Baltimore, could she? She wouldn"t "a" been strong enough. No, siree; she didn"t have far to come, folks. An" she was a woman, "cause ain"t all typewritin" done by women?
You don"t hear of men typewriters, do you? People wouldn"t have "em.
Now, the thing fer me to do first is to make a house-to-house search to see if I c"n locate a typewritin" machine anywheres. Get out of the way, Toby. Doggone you boys, anyhow, cain"t you see I want ter get started on this job?"
"Say, Anderson," said Harry Squires, the reporter, "I"d like to ask if there is any one in Tinkletown, male or female, who can afford to pay you a thousand dollars a year for taking care of that kid?"
"What"s that?" slowly oozed from Anderson"s lips.
"You heard what I said. Say, don"t you know you can bring up a kid in this town for eleven or twelve dollars a year?"
"You don"t know what you"re talkin" about," burst from Anderson"s indignant lips, but he found instant excuse to retire from the circle of speculators. A few minutes later he and his wife were surrept.i.tiously re-reading the note, both filled with the fear that it said $10.00 instead of $1000.
CHAPTER VI
Reflection and Deduction
"By gum, it does say a thousand," cried Anderson, mightily relieved.
"Harry Squires is a fool. He said jest now that it could be did fer eleven or twelve dollars. Don"t you suppose, Eva, that the mother of this here child knows what it costs to bring "em up? Of course she does.
When I find her I"ll prove it by her own lips that she knows. But don"t bother me any more, Eva; I got to git out an" track her down. This is the greatest job I"ve had in years."
"See here, Anderson," said his wife thoughtfully and somewhat stealthily, "let"s go slow about this thing. What do you want to find her for?"
"Why--why, doggone it, Eva, what air you talkin" about?" began he in amazement.
"Well, it"s just this way: I don"t think we can earn a thousand dollars a year easier than takin" care of this child. Don"t you see? Suppose we keep her fer twenty years. That means twenty thousand dollars, don"t it?
It beats a pension all to pieces."
"Well, by ginger!" gasped Anderson, vaguely comprehending. "Fifty years would mean fifty thousand dollars, wouldn"t it. Gee whiz, Eva!"
"I don"t imagine we can keep her that long."
"No," reflectively; "the chances are she"d want ter git married inside of that time. They always--
""Tain"t that, Anderson. You an" me"d have to live to be more"n a hundred years old."
"That"s so. We ain"t spring chickens, are we, deary?"
She put her hard, bony hand in his and there was a suspicion of moisture in the kindly old eyes.
"I love to hear you call me "deary," Anderson. We never get too old for that."
He coughed and then patted her hand rather confusedly. Anderson had long since forgotten the meaning of sentiment, but he was surprised to find that he had not forgotten how to love his wife.
"Shucks!" he muttered bravely. "We"ll be kissin" like a couple of young jay birds first thing we know. Doggone if it ain"t funny how a baby, even if it is some one else"s, kinder makes a feller foolisher"n he intends to be." Hand in hand they watched the sleeping innocent for several minutes. Finally the detective shook himself and spoke:
"Well, Eva, I got to make a bluff at findin" out whose baby it is, ain"t I? My reputation"s at stake. I jest have to investigate."
"I don"t see that any harm can come from that, Anderson," she replied, and neither appreciated the sarcasm unintentionally involved.
"I won"t waste another minute," he announced promptly. "I will stick to my theory that the parents live in Tinkletown."
"Fiddlesticks!" snorted Mrs. Crow disgustedly, and then left him to cultivate the choleric anger her exclamation had inspired.
"Doggone, I wish I hadn"t patted her hand," he lamented. "She didn"t deserve it. Consarn it, a woman"s always doin" something to spoil things."
And so he fared forth with his badges and stars, bent on duty, but not accomplishment. All the town soon knew that he was following a clew, but all the town was at sea concerning its character, origin, and plausibility. A dozen persons saw him stop young Mrs. Perkins in front of Lamson"s store, and the same spectators saw his feathers droop as she let loose her wrath upon his head and went away with her nose in the air and her cheeks far more scarlet than when Boreas kissed them, and all in response to a single remark volunteered by the faithful detective. He entered Lamson"s store a moment later, singularly abashed and red in the face.
"Doggone," he observed, seeing that an explanation was expected, "she might "a" knowed I was only foolin"."
A few minutes later he had Alf Reesling, the town sot, in a far corner of the store talking to him in a most peremptory fashion. It may be well to mention that Alf had so far forgotten himself as to laugh at the marshal"s temporary discomfiture at the hands of Mrs. Perkins.
"Alf, have you been havin" another baby up to your house without lettin"
me know?" demanded Anderson firmly.
"Anderson," replied Alf, maudlin tears starting in his eyes, "it"s not kind of you to rake up my feelin"s like this. You know I been a widower fer three years."
"I want you to understand one thing, Alf Reesling. A detective never _knows_ anything till he proves it. Let me warn you, sir, you are under suspicion. An" now, let me tell you one thing more. Doggone your ornery hide, don"t you ever laugh ag"in like you did jest now er I"ll--"