e! Have you been buying a
newspaper?"

"Ye--ye--yes, sah, Colonel, I has! But I done bought it fo' mahse'f.
Deed an' I wasn't goin' t' let yo' hab so much as a snift at it,
Colonel! De train-boy, whut yo' gib a dollar t', he handed it t' me
when I was gittin' off. It's one ob de papers gotten out right yeah in
dis city, an'--"

"Well, out with it, Shag! What's in it that's so mighty interesting?"

"Er--Colonel--yo' see--yo' done tole me--"

"Oh, out with it, Shag! I'll forgive you, I suppose. What is it?"

"Well, Colonel, sah, de paper done got in it an 'count ob a strange an'
mysterious murder case, an'--"

"I knew it! I knew it! I could almost have taken my oath on it!"
cried the excitable colonel. "Here I come to this place to have some
quiet fishing in the suburbs, to get a complete rest, and yet not be
too far from civilization, and no sooner do I get off the train than
there's a murder mystery thrust right under my nose! Right under my
nose! By Gad! I knew it!"

Shag stood, resting his weight first on one foot and then on the other,
his head bowed. He was trying to keep from slipping from under his
vest, where he had hidden it, a newspaper, with glaring, black
headlines. Shag looked timidly at his master.

Colonel Ashley paced up and down the room, pausing now and then to
listen to the dash of rain against the windows, for the storm, bearing
out its promise of the morning, had lasted all day, changing from a
drizzle to a downpour and from a downpour to a drizzle with dismal
repetition. The colonel glanced at Shag, and then, drawing from an
inner pocket the little green book, read:

"Hunting is a game for princes and noble persons. It hath been highly
prized in all ages. It was one of the qualifications--"

The detective snapped the book shut, and tossed it on the bed.

"Shag!" he exploded.

"Yes, sah, Colonel."

"You've often heard me talk of fishing and hunting, haven't you?"

"Deed an' I has, Colonel; many a time! Yes, sah!"

"Humph! Yes! Well, detective work is a sort of hunt, isn't it, Shag?"

"Yes, sah, Colonel. Dat's jest what it is! Many an' many a time I'se
done heah yo' say yo's goin' out t' hunt dis man or dat woman!"

"Very good, Shag. And it's a sort of fishing, too, isn't it?".

"Yes, sah, Colonel! More as once I'se heah yo' say as how yo' had t'
fish an' fish an' _fish_ t' git a bit of a clew."

"I see you remember, Shag. Well, now, you black rascal, d