All sorts of people seem to drift into the detective business.

I suppose your present occupation is shadowing me." Fogerty smiled.

The smile was genuine.
"I might even be a lawyer, sir," he replied, "and in that case I should undertake to cross-examine you, and ask your reasons for so queer a charge." "Or you might be a transient guest at this hotel," the other returned, in the same bantering tone, "for I saw you at breakfast and luncheon.
Pretty fair _chef_ here, isn't he?
But you didn't stick to that part, you know.

You followed me up-town, where I made a call on a relative, and you studied the colored globes in a druggist's window when I went away.

I wonder why people employ inexperienced boys in such important matters.