“We saw a pair of suspicious-acting strangers hanging around there.”
“Well?”
“Maybe the place is a counterfeiters’ den.”
The mayor gave a hearty laugh.
“I don’t know who your ‘suspicious-acting strangers’ were; but I can assure you that Mr. Garber himself is a most trustworthy citizen.”
“The men went into the house,” Scoop hung on.
“They may have been tramps begging a meal.”
“Tramps,” was the quick reply, “don’t go to people’s front doors.”
I could see from the mayor’s actions that he was impatient to get rid of us.
“I hope,” he laughed, taking up a legal-looking [[87]]paper and giving it his attention, “that you boys prove to be better showmen than you have detectives. Good day.”