"Black?"
"I don't think so, sir."
"Well, was it brown, gray, navy-blue?"
"Well, it seems like it might have been a gray, the way I think of it. But then, again, when I think of it, it seems like it might ha' been a blue."
"Thank you, Joe. Your description is most accurate. It's a pity you're not a detective."
"There's no use getting mad at me, Mister," Joe protested. "I'm doing the best I know."
"I'm sure you are. If Mr. Ingham's second anonymous visitor had only been a lady, what revelations we should have had! But this unfortunate and insignificant male, Mr. Patrick. Should you know him again if you saw him?"
"I think so, sir. I wouldn't hardly like to say."
"Well, to get back to more congenial topics!—The lady who was not Miss Hope—you would know her, I presume?"
"Oh, yes, sir!"—Joe hesitated.