232 The Clarion Call
Kernan stared for a few moments with con- centrated attention at the slice of lemon in his high-ball; and then he looked at the detec- tive with a sudden, crooked, brilliant smile.
"How did you guess it, Barney?" he asked admiringly. "I swear I thought the job was as clean and as smooth as a peeled onion. Did I leave a string hanging out anywhere?"
Woods laid upon the table a small gold pencil intended for a watch-charm.
"It's the one I gave you the last Christmas we were in Saint Jo. I've got your shaving mug yet. I found this under a corner of the rug in Norcross's room. I warn you to be careful what you say. I've got it put on to you, Johnny. We were old friends once, but I must do my duty. You'll have to go to the chair for Norcross."
Kernan laughed.
"My luck stays with me," said he, "Who'd have thought old Barney was on my trail!" He slipped one hand inside his coat. In an instant Woods had a revolver against his side.
"Put it away," said Kernan, wrinkling his nose. "I'm only investigating. Aha! It takes nine tailors to make a man. but one
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