The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-06-25
Just n Matter of "Deduetion..

ny noue just heard me say to this gentle
IAN interrupted King, that I've never
tpeth IN Butte City. In fact, I've never
know" u - 50 A4i d. 1
Then how did you know-who told you
6thought nobody here would"
oo. IN, now DO l know repeated King,
thaI sailed claim down Creole ,way?''
tou knew Pat Davids," sad the ped
ler IN a tone that was little more than a
No more than the Prophet Elijah"
-, Ihen what kind of a heiPs g9me is
ms broke out the badgered vendor of
coat Sj hangers, the sweat standing out on
-, Synthetic deduction, I call it," said the
lieutenant. You can call it magic. If YOU
ms ni1S' ne ad1ed little thinking how liter
any TINS permission was to be taken.
II &c amt I'm a sheep" said the visi-
tof with conviction. Il reckon that other
Lieut.; King smiled. and at that smile
t4e peddier broke forth again, forgetting
MS business manners entirely in the stress
OF the circumstances
NO" he fairly shouted, at amt any
Id magic. You've met some of The old
gang, and they've been squealing. I'd re
member you if you remember me SO
cuSSed nne. What's the game noW?"
10 ne sure, said King, speaking very
slowly now and keeping his eyes fast to
those OF the peddler, that hight explain
now ! know these matters. Also, about
that shell game racket" (The man caught
ms breath and sWore softly) Yes, and
the trip you had along the path as a no.
%, ending up with a quack medicine out
NJ as capper for the game" Crhe peddler
half rose from his seat) "Sit down and
don't get excited. I'm just doing this for
the benefit of my friend here, who doesn't
thinK much of my method"
King, this fellow is in collision with
YOU" cried the major
More of the Black Art.
Looks like it, doesn't hep" said King.
pointing to the man who sat Visibly shak-
ing, with shifting eyes and twisting fin
gers. THAT shell game" he added in
low tone, is deduced from the movements
of his hands as the faro-dealing was. and
the quack medicine career has left
twang to his professional voice that
recognized the moment he spoke word "
But the peddler was couversng In low
tones himself.
There was one of them in that Gypsy
tribe" he was saying. They were real
Romany Gypsies, they were and that guy
had the future right at his fingers ends
He tod Black Con Purtel the right dav
he was going to croak, and Con drank him
like he had an appointment to meet. But
me if / ever expected to see the
like of it in a lawyers Office 1t amt in
the rules at all. 1t can't be the thing.
Some body S peached on me-"
This is no Romany patter, either" said
King. turning to the soliloquist, "1'I not
pen you and dukkerln'."
The man came straight UP out of his
1.-THE very words" he cried. you're
one of EN-, then" and he made a curious
sign with his left hand.
mo use trying to work that hobo's
guard on me, my friend" said the lieuten-
ant, calmly, "for I'm not one of them. as
gose 5a hand cr wsre yGg don't 2d sup
good. You hoboes are superstitious lott
you're soaring the man TO death, King"
put in Maj. Barry. 'Ill own you've got
me puzzled. so Jet up on him and tell us
synthetic deduction" insisted King tri-
Il see things that you can't
see. That's ali. For instance, 1 can tell
to deny that he's Dlnky Bill strane-has
on a shirt with another mans initials;
that in his pocket is a ticket for a gold
watch, and that he carries the tobacco
from which he rolls his own cigarettes, a
peculiar stringy tobacco in his hip peck
ct, along with a red bandanna handker-
chief and what might be regarded as a
pair of brass knuckles. Ask him"
"Oh, come, King" demonstrated the
major. You can't expect me to take in
all this. It's little too much
by God, II isr' and he dashed out Of the
loor, leaving behind the two sample hang
ers. as si>oils % the victor Of the field.
king" said Mai, Barry, seriously, aft
sr the sound of footsteps rapidly descend
ng the stairs had died away: what was
I that happened to Tom Malone in Butte
City.
blessed If I know" said King
Your departed friend seems TO. then"
;aid Barry. ~ fancy it was something un-
peasant, il not positively fatal. But
'ou're a grand deductionist OF a most in
yenious fakir, / suspect the latter On
hat ground III stand for the lunch and
listen while you explain"
So the apostle of Sherlock Holmes ex-
,lained and the incident was regarded as
'losed over a tall, slender bottle