Josie said nothing and the chief looked at her keenly.
“Well?” he asked. “What do you say?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you still dabble in detective work?”
“No, I never did dabble.”
“So!” he laughed. “You were in it in dead earnest.”
“Exactly!”
“Well, you are your father’s own daughter and waste no words. I reckon you are here hunting a job.”
“I have a job, sir, I am keeping a shop.” Josie then told him of the Higgledy-Piggledy Shop and what her ideas were in regard to the running of it in connection with a secret detective service.
“Already I have a clue I want to follow up, sir,” she told him, “but, of course, if you could put me on the force it might be a help to me at some time. The shining star displayed on occasions sometimes has a good effect.”