"It went right to the dining-room table and climbed into a chair. Pigs don't do that, do they? But you don't believe it could have been Henry, do you? It got up in the chair and _sat_ in it, and put its front feet on the table and grunted. And Mrs. Lippett hurried about saying, 'Oh, Henry! Oh, poor, dear Henry!' and brought a plate of fried hominy and sliced apple and set it before him. And he wouldn't touch it! He wouldn't eat. So Mrs. Lippett wept harder and got a napkin and tied it around the pig's neck. Then the pig ate. He almost climbed into the plate, and gobbled the food down. And then he grunted for more. And Mrs. Lippett wept and said: 'It's Henry! He always did tie a napkin around his neck--he spilled his soup so. It's Henry! It acts just like Henry. He never did anything at the table but eat and grunt.' And so," said Mr. Guffins sadly, "she thinks it's Henry. She's fixed up the guest bedroom for him." "The idea of such a notion!" said Mr. Gubb. [Illustration: "SHE THINKS IT'S HENRY. SHE'S FIXED UP THE GUEST BEDROOM FOR HIM"] "Well, that's it," said Mr. Guffins sadly. "I ain't sure but it _is_ Henry. Do you know, that pig walks on its hind feet like a man? She says it walks like Henry.... Oh!" "What is it?" asked Mr. Gubb. "I told you Henry--" "Yes?" "I told you Henry broke his neck. He fell down and broke his neck, in his store. He was coming down the back stairs in the dark, and his foot caught in a piece of rope and he fell. And--this pig came into the parlor with a piece of string on its leg! Here's the string." Mr. Gubb took it. From his desk he took the string Mr. Greasy Gus had left. The two ends joined perfectly. "I'll get you out of this fix, and fix it so Mrs. Lippett won't have that pig onto her hands," he said. "I'll go tell her what a fraud of a faker you are, and it won't cost you but twenty-five dollars." "Willingly paid," said Mr. Guffins, reaching into his pocket. "And don't you worry about that pig being Henry K. Lippett," said Mr. Gubb. "That pig was a stranger into Riverbank. And," he went on, as if reading the words from the end of the whipcord, "it was tied to the alley fence. Tied to an iron staple," he said, "by a short, stoutish man with a ruddish face." He took up the other piece of cord and looked at it closely. "And the pig jerked the cord in two and went into the yard and in at the open door and into the room. And what is moreover also, the pig is an educated show-pig, and its name is Henry, and--" "And what?" asked Mr. Guffins eagerly. "If you want to get rid of the pig out of Mrs. Lippett's house, all you have to do is to write to the Sheriff of Derling County, Derlingport, Iowa, and you needn't trouble yourself into it no further." "Great Scott!" cried Mr. Guffins. "And you can tell all that from that piece of cord!" Mr. Gubb assumed a look of wisdom.