“Nothin’,” says I.
“He’s up to somethin’,” says Mark.
“Huh!” says I. “Haven’t we got work enough and mysteries enough on hand without goin’ out of our way to find another?”
“But,” says Mark, “this is s-s-suspicious.”
“What of it?” says I.
“Looks to me,” says he, “like it was our d-duty as newspaper men to l-l-look into it. May be for the good of the community.”
“Rats!” says I.
“He hain’t plannin’ no good,” says Mark.
“Likely he hain’t,” says I, “but what business is it of ours?”
“Everything is a newspaper man’s b-business,” says Mark, “even things that hain’t none of his b-business.”