“Well, you got plated spoons and forks, ain’t you?” asked Philo Gubb.
“What if we have?” gurgled Mr. Millbrook. “That’s our affair, ain’t it?”
“It’s my affair too,” said Detective Gubb. “Mr. Griscom’s house was un-burgled last night, and he had plated spoons. The un-burglar left solid ones on him, like he did on you. Now, I reason induc-i-tively, like Sherlock Holmes. You both got plated spoons. An un-burglar leaves you solid ones. So he must have known you had plated ones and needed solid ones. So it must be some one who has had dinner with you.”
“My dear man,” gurgled Mr. Millbrook, “we never have had a plated spoon in this house! Who sent you here, anyway?”
“Nobody,” said Philo Gubb. “I come of myself.”
“Well, you can go of yourself!” gurgled Mr. Millbrook angrily. “There’s the door. Get out!”
On his way out Mr. Gubb met Patrolman Purcell coming in.
