fingers spread like a
V.

"'Two points, Governor--the gent had been a sailor and a soldier; now
how about the tanner business?

"He scratched his head, moving his ridiculous cap.

"'That sort of puzzled me, and I pussyfooted along toward the Inlet
thinkin' about it. If a man was a tanner, and especially a foreign,
hand-workin' tanner, what would his markin's be?

"'I tried to remember everybody that I'd ever seen handlin' a hide, and
all at once I recollected that the first thing a dago shoemaker done
when he picked up a piece of leather was to smooth it out with his
thumbs. An' I said to myself, now that'll be what a tanner does, only he
does it more.... he's always doin' it. Then I asks myself what would be
the markin's?'

"The hobo paused, his mouth open, his head twisted to one side. Then he
jerked up as under a released spring.

"'And right away, Governor, I got the answer to it flat thumbs!'

"The hobo stepped back with an air of victory and flashed his hand up.

"'And he had 'em! I asked him what time it was so I could keep the hour
straight for McDuyal, I told him, but the real reason was so I could see
his hands.'"

Walker crossed one leg over the other.

"It was clever," he said, "and I hesitated to shatter it. But the
question had to come.

"'Where is your man?' I said.

"The hobo executed a little deprecatory step, with his fingers picking
at his coat pockets.

"'That's the trouble, Governor,' he answered; 'I intended to sleuth him
for you, but he gave me a dollar and I got drunk... you saw me. That man
had got out at McDuyal's place not five minutes before. I was flashin'
to the booze can when you tried to stop me.... Nothin' doin' when I get
the price.'"

Walker paused.

"It was a good fairy story and worth something. I offered him half a
dollar. Then I got a surprise.

"The creature looked eagerly at the coin in my fingers, and he moved
toward it. He was crazy for the liquor it would buy. But he set his
teeth and pulled up.

"'No, Governor,' he said, 'I'm in it for the sawbuck. Where'll I find
you about noon?'

"I promised to be on the Boardwalk before Heinz's Pier at two o'clock,
and he turned to shuffle away. I called an inquiry after him... You see
there were two things in his story: How did he get a dollar tip, and
how did he happen to make his imaginary man banker-looking? Mulehaus had
been banker-looking in both the Egypt and the Argentine affairs. I left
the latter point s