Sh! Watch him! Therehes got his thumb on the bump on the near corner of his forehead, and his forefinger on the off one. His think-works is just a-grinding now, you bet your other shirt.
Thats so. And now hes gazing up toward heaven and stroking his mustache slow, and
Now he has rose up standing, and is putting his clews together on his left fingers with his right finger. See? he touches the forefingernow middle fingernow ring-finger
Look at him scowl! He cant seem to make out that clew. So he
See him smile!like a tigerand tally off the other fingers like nothing! Hes got it, boys; hes got it sure!
Well, I should say! Id hate to be in that mans place that hes after.
Mr. Holmes drew a table to the window, sat down with his back to the spies, and proceeded to write. The spies withdrew their eyes from the peep-holes, lit their pipes, and settled themselves for a comfortable smoke and talk. Ferguson said, with conviction:
Boys, its no use talking, hes a wonder! Hes got the signs of it all over him.
You haint ever said a truer word than that, Wells-Fargo, said Jake Parker. Say, wouldnt it a been nuts if hed a-been here last night?
Oh, by George, but wouldnt it! said Ferguson. Then wed have seen scientific work. Intellectjust pure intellectaway up on the upper levels, dontchuknow. Archy is all right, and it dont become anybody to belittle him, I can tell you. But his gift is only just eyesight, sharp as an owls, as near as I can make it out just a grand natural animal talent, no more, no less, and prime as far as it goes, but no intellect in it, and for awfulness and marvelousness no more to be compared to what this man does thanthanWhy, let me tell you what hed have done. Hed have stepped over to Hogans and glancedjust glanced, thats allat the premises, and thats enough. See everything? Yes, sir, to the last little detail; and hed know more about that place than the Hogans would know in seven years. Next, he would sit down on the bunk, just as cam, and say to Mrs. HoganSay, Ham, consider that you are Mrs. Hogan. Ill ask the questions; you answer them.
All right; go on.
Madam, if you pleaseattentiondo not let your mind wander. Now, thensex of the child?
Female, your Honor.
Umfemale. Very good, very good. Age?
Turned six, your Honor.
Umyoung, weaktwo miles. Weariness will overtake it then. It will sink down and sleep. We shall find it two miles away, or less. Teeth?
Five, your Honor, and one a-coming.
Very good, very good, very good, indeed. You see, boys, he knows a clew when he sees it, when it wouldnt mean a dern thing to anybody else. Stockings, madam? Shoes?
Yes, your Honorboth.
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