“I didn’t hardly think it was possible,” said Detective Gubb.
“Possible?” cried the Judge with anger. “Do you think a common faker like that could hoodwink me? Me give an impostor twenty dollars! Nonsense, sir!”
He arose. He was in a great rage about it. He stamped to the door.
“And don’t let me hear you retailing any such lie about me around this town, sir!” he exclaimed.
He slammed the door, and then the Bald Impostor slowly raised his head above the desk.
“What did you hide for?” asked Philo Gubb.
The Bald Impostor wiped his bedewed brow.
“Hide?” he said questioningly. “Oh, yes, I did hide, didn’t I? Yes. Yes, I hid. You see—you see the Judge came in.”
“If you hadn’t hid,” said Philo Gubb, “I could have got that business of the per diem charge per day fixed up right here. I was going to introduce him to you.”
“Yes—going to introduce him to me,” said the Bald Impostor. “That was it. That was why I hid. You were going to introduce him to me, don’t you see?”