Nick Carter at Headquarters

A gentle tap sounded at the door of the inspector's private office in police headquarters in the city of New York.
“Come!” exclaimed the inspector.
The door opened and a sergeant entered. “Someone to see you, chief,” announced the sergeant.
“Who?”
“Says his name is Jingle. He's a countryman.”
“Show him in.”
The sergeant departed; but two minutes later he returned accompanied by an unmistakable specimen of the Connecticut farmer.
“Take a seat, sir,” said the inspector.
Then, as soon as the sergeant had withdrawn, he added:
“Now, what can I do for you?”
“The question is, what can I do for you,” was the reply, in the unmistakable tones of Nick Carter, the great detective.
The inspector's face changed. He smiled broadly.