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"THIS SHELL GAME IS EASY ENOUGH WHEN YOU KNOW HOW" 8

MR. WINTERBERRY DID NOT SEEM TO BE CONCEALED AMONG THEM 30

A HEAD SILHOUETTED AGAINST ONE OF THE GLOWING WINDOWS 44

"THESE HERE IS FALSE WHISKERS AND HAIR" 86

"WHO SENT YOU HERE, ANYWAY?" 106

UNDER HIS ARM HE CARRIED A SMALL BUNDLE 108

SHE MADE GESTURES WITH HER HANDS 128

"DETECKATING IS MY AIM AND MY PROFESSION" 138

WITH ANOTHER GROAN WIXY RAISED HIS HANDS 150

"THE 'ONGSOMBLE' OF MY COSTUME IS RUINED" 162

"THERE AIN'T A DAY HE DON'T SHOOT AND HIT ME" 178

THE MISSING MR. MASTER 202

"YOU ARE A MAN, AND BIG AND STRONG AND BRAVE-LIKE" 234

HE PERSPIRES, AND OUT COMES THE CRUEL ADMISSION 252

A MAN WHO LOOKED LIKE NAPOLEON BONAPARTE GONE TO SEED 268

HE WORE A SET OF RED UNDER-CHIN WHISKERS 280

"SHE THINKS IT'S HENRY. SHE'S FIXED UP THE GUEST BEDROOM
FOR HIM" 304

"A DETECKATIVE LIKE YOU ARE OUGHTN'T TO NEED TWENTY-FIVE
CENTS SO BAD AS THAT" 320

HE WAS FOLLOWED BY A LARGE AND GROWING GROUP INTENT ON
WATCHING A DETECTIVE DETECT 340

PHILO GUBB

THE CORRESPONDENCE-SCHOOL
DETECTIVE

THE HARD-BOILED EGG

Walking close along the wall, to avoid the creaking floor boards,
Philo Gubb, paper-hanger and student of the Rising Sun Detective
Agency's Correspondence School of Detecting, tiptoed to the door of
the bedroom he shared with the mysterious Mr. Critz. In appearance Mr.
Gubb was tall and gaunt, reminding one of a modern Don Quixote or a
human flamingo; by nature Mr. Gubb was the gentlest and most
simple-minded of men. Now, bending his long, angular body almost
double, he placed his eye to a crack in the door panel and stared into
the room. Within, just out of the limited area of Mr. Gubb's vision,
Roscoe Critz paused in his work and listened carefully. He heard the
sharp whistle of Mr. Gubb's breath as it cut against the sharp edge of
the crack in the panel, and he knew he was being spied upon. He placed
his chubby hands on his knees and smile