"Only by you, and it'd take a pretty clever guy--"

"No compliments, Spotty. We've gotten over that. You disguised
yourself very well, but the freckles show through."

"Yes, damn 'em!" heartily exploded the gunman. "I can't cover 'em up.
I've tried everything, but I guess I'll have to go togged up like a
colored man to fool the other bulls. As for you, Colonel--"

"There you go again! Cut it out! This is business."

"Yes, good business for you, but bad for me. I didn't think you'd get
after me so soon, Colonel!"

"I'm not after you, Spotty."

The detective spoke quietly, but the effect on the man sitting across
the table from him, in one of the less conspicuous cafes in Colchester,
had the effect of a shout.

"Not after me? You _ain't_?" and Spotty drew away from the array of
glasses and bottles so suddenly that he overturned a tumbler with its
tinkling chunk of ice. "Not after me, Colonel?"

"No, I came here for a quiet bit of fishing, and I just stumbled on
this case against my will. I'm not even working on it, and I'm not
going to. Nobody knows I'm in town except my man Shag--and you. I
know I can depend on Shag, and as for you--"

"I'm with you till the cows come to roost, Colonel. I'm strong fer