"Then you know nothing regarding the--the articles young Turner is charged with stealing?" "Well, maybe I do know something about that," said Philo. "If you mean seven bottles of beer and a beer-opener, I do." "Where are they?" asked Attorney Smith in the sharp tone he used in addressing a witness for the other side when he was trying a case. "I guess I've told about all I'm going to tell about them," said Philo thoughtfully. "I don't want to be disobliging, Mister Smith, but I look on them bottles of beer as a clue, and that beer-opener as a clue, and they're about the only clue I've got. I got to save up my clues." "Are they in this house?" asked Mr. Smith sharply. "If they ain't, they're somewheres else," said Philo. "Mr. Gubb," said Mr. Smith impressively "there are large interests at stake in this case. Larger interests than you imagine. We are all interested at this moment in clearing your client of the suspicion--which I hope is an unjust suspicion--now resting over and upon him. I need not say what the interests are, but they are very powerful. I feel confident that those interests could succeed in clearing Snooks Turner." "Well, I guess, if I was left alone long enough to get down from this ladder, I could clear him myself. I didn't study in the Rising Sun Deteckative Agency's Correspondence School of Deteckating for nothing," said Philo Gubb. "Snooks hired me--" "And he did well!" said Attorney Smith heartily. "I praise his acumen. I wonder if I might be permitted, on behalf of the powerful interests I represent, to contribute to the expense of the work you will do?" "I guess you might," said Philo Gubb. "Deteckating runs into money." "The interests I represent," said Mr. Smith, taking out his wallet, "will contribute ten dollars." And they did. They put a crisp ten-dollar bill in Philo Gubb's hands. "And now, having shown our unity of interest with young Mr. Turner, there can be no harm in telling us where that beer is, can there?" He turned toward the kitchen door--for Nan Kilfillan stood there. Her eyes were red and swollen. Attorney Smith hastily excused himself and went away, and Nan came into the kitchen. "Oh, Mr. Gubb!" she exclaimed. "You _will_ get Snooks out of jail, won't you? It would break my heart if he was sent to the penitentiary, and I _know_ he has done nothing wrong! He is depending on you, Mr. Gubb. I brought you ten dollars--it is all I have left of last month's wages, but it will help a little, won't it?" "Thank you," said Philo Gubb, taking the money. "I cannot estimate in advance what the cost of his clearance will be. It may be more, and it may be less. It is a complicated case. I am just about going to get down from this ladder and start working on it vigorously. If you--" He stopped. "If you wish to help us in this case, Miss Kilfillan," he said, "will you go to the jail and ask Snooks where is the beer and the beer-opener?"