"A deteckative has to think of all them things," said Philo simply. "If I was you I'd be more careful." "I will!" said old Gabe. "See here, if he's shootin' at me like that, it ain't no joke, is it? Tell you what I'll do. I'll let you off from payin' me that dollar five a day. Just you hustle onto this case and keep at it, and I'll leave you work on it for nothin'. All I want is that you should send me word reg'lar of what you find out." "It is the custom of all the graduates of the Rising Sun Correspondence School deteckatives to make reg'lar reports in writing," said Philo Gubb. "I'll start right in shadowing and trailing Mister Farrington Pierce, according to Lessons Three and Four, and I'll report reg'lar every day." "Everything you find out," said old Gabe. "Don't leave out a thing. And particularly at night. That's when he shoots me the most." "I won't leave him a minute," said Philo Gubb. "I've got a man I hire to help me on my paper-hangin', and I'll get him to finish up this job. I'll start trailin' and shadowin' Farry Pierce right away." Old Gabe shook hands with Philo and went out. When the door was closed behind him he chuckled, and all the way home his face was creased in a grin. He felt that he had done a good bit of business and saved himself a good sum of money. Philo Gubb, in the meantime, having put a false beard and a wig in his pocket, went out. Across the street from the bank was Grammill's Cigar Store, where the idler men of the town loafed when they had nothing better on hand, and Philo Gubb entered and bought a cigar and took an easy loafing position near the front window. He commanded a view of the only entrance to the bank, and here he waited. At fifteen minutes after three Farry Pierce came out of the bank. "There's a man with an easy job," said one of the loafers. "That Farry Pierce. Nothing to do till to-morrow." "Too much time on his hands, I guess," said another, who--by the way--had more spare time than Farry Pierce. "From what I hear he'd be better off if he had to work all day _and_ all night." "The widow?" asked the first speaker. "That's what they say," said the second. "They tell me he's blowing all his salary and more on that widow. Must make old Gabe crazy to see any of his kin spend money that way. Or any way. He's a close one, old Gabe is." "What you hear about Farry and the widow?" asked the first. "Makes old Gabe crazy, they tell me. He wants his girl to get a divorce." "Who told you that?" "My girl. My girl is workin' for his girl. Fr'm what she tells me old Gabe is pretty well worked up about it. Said he'd get a spotter to foller Farry and get some evidence on him if it didn't cost so blame much. I bet the' won't be any divorces in that family if old Gabe has to pay out any money." "I bet they won't. And the' ain't no detectives workin' for nothin' so far as I hear. Not this year."