"Well, young man," says he. "Have you any more wise deductions to submit?"
"I've got all the dope, if that's what you mean, sir," says I.
"Eh?" says he. "Not who and what and why?"
I nods easy.
"I don't believe it, son," says he. "It's uncanny. To begin with, who was the man?"
"Don't you remember havin' a debate not long ago with someone who claimed he could pull some wonderful stunt with a mashie-niblick?" says I.
"Why," says Old Hickory, "with no one but Dowd."
"You bet him he couldn't, didn't you?" I asks.
"Certainly," says he.
"Well, he can," says I. "And he has."