“Got what?”
“You know.”
The fly buzzed again and the detective, who was thinking intensely and deeply absorbed, unconsciously made a second dash at the fly.
“You have got ’em,” said Ike.
“Got what?”
“Oh, you know. You think there are flies in the room. Yes, you’ve got ’em. If you will find a fly in this room I’ll give you a hundred dollars.”
The detective stared and the next instant a little dog barked at the officer’s feet, but there was no dog there. Then a rattlesnake rattled right under his hand. The officer knew well the sound of a rattler, but he was on to that last, and he said:
“Boy, you are a wonder.”
“You believe me now?”
“Yes, I do.”