The Diamond Cross Mystery. Chester K. Steele

of crimes, murder an' stuff laik dat, an' dat's why he done sent yo' away sorter rough-laik."

      "You say he's a private detective?" asked the boy, his eyes opening wide.

      "Dat's whut he is."

      "And his name is Colonel Brentnall?"

      "Well, honey, dat ain't his real name. He don't laik t' use dat promiscuious laik, 'cause so many folks bodder him. If I was t' tell yo' his real name yo'd open yo' eyes wider yet. But take it from me," went on Shag, "he don't need no books t' make excitin' readin' fo' him! He's been froo it fo' yeahs!"