“I didn’t drink the knockout drops. I poured it down my shirt-front. I didn’t leave the mission because I like the atmosphere of this whaler. You see, I am interested in Yetsky Wop and Yetsky’s brother, Angel Face, the coiner. He is wanted by the government. I’ll be promoted for capturing him.”
Abie did not need to be told Holy Joe’s right name. He pieced events together. They dove-tailed. The reason for the missionary showing interest in Yetsky Wop—his habit of visiting the hangouts of crooks—the adept manner in which he picked pockets, all pointed to a crushing conclusion.
“You’re Detective Keenon!” declared the crimp.
The Secret Service man turned up the lower left-hand corner of his vest and showed the insignia of his office.
He said with the politest kind of a bow, after glancing at the hatch:
“Thanks, Abie!”
THE END
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the November 13, 1920 issue of Argosy All-Story Weekly.