LXIX
And Doc 'ud made a mighty good detective.—Neighbers all
Will testify to that—er could, ef they wuz legal call:
His theories on any crime is worth your listenin' to.—
And he has hit 'em, many a time, 'long 'fore established true.
LXX
At this young druggist Wenfield Pence's trial fer his life,
On primy faishy evidence o' pizonin' his wife,
Doc's testimony saved and cle'red and 'quitted him and freed
Him so 's he never even 'peared cog-nizant of the deed!
LXXI
The facts wuz—Sifers testified,—at inquest he had found
The stummick showed the woman died o' pizon, but had downed
The dos't herse'f,—because amount and cost o' drug imployed
No druggist would, on no account, a-lavished and distroyed!
LXXII
Doc tracked a blame-don burgler down, and nailed the scamp, to boot,
But told him ef he'd leave the town he wouldn't prosecute.
He traced him by a tied-up thumb-print in fresh putty, where
Doc glazed it. Jes that's how he come to track him to his lair!