"Very good; let's have it."
"George has been talking about the seven handkerchiefs. He has told you that some, if not all of them, belong to women. I can tell you what woman one of them, at least, belongs to."
"The deuce you can! Who is she?"
"Mrs. Otto Webber."
"What! the wife of the cigar-maker who lives directly over the barroom?"
"The same."
"You are sure you are right?"
"I have positively identified one of the handkerchiefs as belonging to her. And more than that, I have discovered parties who are ready to swear that they have seen the cloth found about Mrs. Ernst's head in the possession of the Webbers within the past forty-eight hours."
"You are getting on fast, Seth."
"I am not through yet."