ight along and it allus slips my mind. I told Miss Scroggs
when she asked for ink--"

"And what did you tell Mrs. Canterby when she asked for ink?" asked
Mr. Gubb.

"Mrs. Canterby?" said Hod Dusenberry. "Maybe I ought to see the joke,
but I'm feelin' stupid to-day, I reckon. What's the laugh part?"

"It wasn't my intentional aim to furnish laughable amusement," said
Detective Gubb seriously. "What did Mrs. Canterby say when she asked
for ink and you didn't have none?"

"She didn't say nothin'," said Mr. Dusenberry, "because she never
asked me for no ink, never! She don't trade here. That's all about
Mrs. Canterby."

The Correspondence School detective had been leaning on the show-case,
and with the shrewdness of his kind had let his eyes search its
contents. In the show-case was writing-paper of the very sort the
Anonymous Wiggle letters had been written on--also envelopes strangely
similar to those that had held the letters.

Mr. Gubb smiled pleasantly at Mr. Dusenberry.

"I'd make a guess that Mrs. Canterby don't buy her writing-paper off
you neither?" he hazarded.

"You guess mighty right she don't," said Mr. Dusenberry.

"And maybe you don't recall who ever bought writing-paper like this
into the case here?" said Mr. Gubb.

"I guess maybe I do, just the same," said Mr. Dusenberry promptly.
"And it ain't hard to recall, either, because nobody buys it but Miss
'Tunie Scroggs. 'Tunie is the all-firedest female I ever did see.
Crazy after a husband, 'Tunie is." He chuckled. "If I wasn't married
already I dare say 'Tunie would have worried me into matrimony before
now. 'Tunie's trouble is that everybody knows her too well--men all
keep out of her way. But she's a dandy, 'Tunie is. They tell me that
when Hinterman, the plumber, hired a new man up to Derlingport and
'Tunie found out he was a single feller, she went to work and had new
plumbing put in her house, just so's the feller would have to come
within her reach. But he got away."

"He did?" said Mr. Gubb nervously.

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Dusenberry. "He stood 'Tunie as long as he could,
and then he threw up his job and went back to Derlingport. They tell
me she don't do nothin' much now but set around the house and think up
new ways to git acquainted with men that ain't heard enough of her to
stay shy of her. Sorry I ain't got no ink, Mr. Gubb."

"It's a matter of no consequential importance, thank you," said Mr.
Gubb, and he went out. He was distinctl