Now, mar, ef ye want to see yer son a nabob hisself, some day, jes' think up a good name fer a detective." "Sherholmes Locke," she said after some reflection.
"No; this 'ere story's got ter be original.

I thought o' callin' him Suspectin' Algernon.

Detectives is allus suspectin' something." "Algernon's high-toned," mused the widow.

"Let it go at that, Skim." All that day and far into the evening he sat at his task, pausing now and then for inspiration, but most of the time diligently pushing his pen over the strongly lined note paper and hopelessly straying from the lines.

Meantime, Mrs.Clark walked around on tiptoe, so as not to disturb him, and was reluctant even to call him to his meals in the kitchen.