Think now--you mightn't see me again.'
"Instantly I thought of my mother's watch.
"'Yes, there is. Somebody came along one night when I was asleep and
borrowed my vest hanging over that chair by the window, and my
trousers, and my mother's watch was in the vest pocket. If you could
help me get that back you would do me a real service--one I
wouldn't forget.'
"'What kind of a watch?'
"I described it closely, its inscription, the portrait of my mother in
the case, and showed him a copy of her photograph--like the one here.
Then I gave him as close a description of the man as I could.
"When I had described the scar on his face he looked at me in surprise.
When I added that he had a slight limp, he said, quickly:
"'Short man--with close-cropped hair--and a swipe across his chin. Lost
a toe, and stumbles when he walks. I'll see what I can do. He ain't one
of our men. He comes from Chicago. He never stays more'n a day or two in
any town. Don't none of 'em know him round here.
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