He brushed past Mr. Gubb's new visitor as he went out, and Mr. Gubb arose to greet the newcomer. This third visitor was a large, red-faced man with an extremely loud vest. He wore a high hat of gray beaver, and a large but questionable diamond sparkled on his finger. He walked directly up to Mr. Gubb and shook hands. "Sit down," he commanded. "Now, you're Gubb, the detective, ain't you? Good enough! My name is Stephen Watts, but they mostly call me Steve for short--Three-Finger Steve," he added, holding up his right hand to show that one finger was missing. "I'm in the show business. Ever hear of John, the Educated Horse? Ever hear of Hogo, the Human Trilobite? Ever hear of Henry, the Educated Pig? Well, them are me! That's my show. Did you ever hear of a sheriff?" "Frequently often," said Mr. Gubb with a smile. "Well, up to Derlingport this here Human Trilobite of mine got loose from my side-show tent, and when they found him he had eat about half of the marble cornerstone out from under the Dawkins Building. He's crazy after white marble. It's like candy to him. So Dawkins attaches my show and sends the Sheriff with an execution to grab the whole business unless I pay for a new cornerstone. Said it would cost two hundred and fifty dollars. I didn't have the money." "So he took the show," said Philo Gubb. "_Ex_-act-ly!" said Mr. Three-Finger Steve. "He grabbed the whole caboodle. _Ex_-cept Henry, the Educated Pig. That's why I'm here. That Sheriff's attachment is out against that pig; it was a felony to remove that pig from Derling County while that attachment was out against it. _And_ the pig was removed." "You removed it away from there?" asked Philo Gubb. "Listen," said Three-Finger Steve. "I didn't remove that pig from Derling County. It was stole from me. Greasy Gus stole it. Augustus P. Smith, my bally-hoo man, stole Henry, the Educated Pig, and made a get-away with him. See? See what I want?" "Not positively exact," said Philo Gubb. "Well, it's a little bit delicate," said Three-Finger Steve, "and that's why I come to you instead of to the police. I want that pig. But if I go to the police and they find the pig they'll send it back to the Sheriff in Derling County. See?" "Do you want I should arrest Greasy Augustus P. Smith?" asked Philo Gubb. "Not on your life!" said Three-Finger vigorously. "No arrests! You just get the pig." "How big is the size of the pig?" asked Philo Gubb. "It's a big pig," said Mr. Watts. "Henry has been getting almost too fat, and that's a fact. I've been thinking right along I'd have to diet Henry, but I never got to it. He's one of these big, double-chinned pinkish-white pigs--looks like a prize pig in a county fair. And, listen! He's in this town!" "Really, indeed?" said Mr. Gubb.