"By the gold tooth of the Witch of Endor!" I cried, "if you can construe all that from his appearance you are dealing in nothing else than black art.""The habit of observation -- nothing more," said Jolnes."If the old gentleman gets off the car before we do, I think I can demonstrate to you the accuracy of my deduction."Three blocks farther along the gentleman rose to leave the car.Jolnes addressed him at the door: "Pardon me, sir, but are you not Colonel Hunter, of Norfolk, Virginia?""No, suh," was the extremely courteous answer."My name, suh, is Ellison -- Major Winfield R.Ellison, from Fairfax County, in the same state.Iknow a good many people, suh, in Norfolk -- the Goodriches, the Tollivers, and the Crabtrees, suh, but I never had the pleasure of meeting yo'
friend, Colonel Hunter.I am happy to say, suh, that I am going back to Virginia to-night, after having spent a week in yo' city with my wife and three daughters.I shall be in Norfolk in about ten days, and if you will give me yo' name, suh, I will take pleasure in looking up Colonel Hunter and telling him that you inquired after him, suh.""Thank you," said Jolnes; "tell him that Reynolds sent his regards, if you will be so kind."I glanced at the great New York detective and saw that a look of intense chagrin had come upon his clear-cut features.Failure in the slightest point always galled Shamrock Jolnes.
"Did you say your _three_ daughters?" he asked of the Virginia gentleman.
"Yes, suh, my three daughters, all as fine girls as there are in Fairfax County," was the answer.
With that Major Ellison stopped the car and began to descend the step.
Shamrock Jolnes clutched his arm.
"One moment, sir," he begged, in an urbane voice in which I alone detected the anxiety -- "am I not right in believing that one of the young ladies is an _adopted_ daughter?""You are, suh," admitted the major, from the ground, "but how the devil you knew it, suh, is mo' than I can tell.""And mo' than I can tell, too," I said, as the car went on.
Jolnes was restored to his calm, observant serenity by having wrested victory from his apparent failure; so after we got off the car he invited me into a cafe, promising to reveal the process of his latest wonderful feat.
"In the first place," he began after we were comfortably seated, "I knew the gentleman was no New Yorker because he was flushed and uneasy and restless on account of the ladies that were standing, although he did not rise and give them his seat.I decided from his appearance that he was a Southerner rather than a Westerner.
"Next I began to figure out his reason for not relinquishing his seat to a lady when he evidently felt strongly, but not overpoweringly, impelled to do so.I very quickly decided upon that.I noticed that one of his eyes had received a severe jab in one corner, which was red and inflamed, and that all over his face were tiny round marks about the size of the end of an uncut lead pencil.Also upon both of his patent leather shoes were a number of deep imprints shaped like ovals cut off square at one end.
"Now, there is only one district in New York City where a man is bound to receive scars and wounds and indentations of that sort -- and that is along the sidewalks of Twenty-third Street and a portion of Sixth Avenue south of there.I knew from the imprints of trampling French heels on his feet and the marks of countless jabs in the face from umbrellas and parasols carried by women in the shopping district that he had been in conflict with the amazonian troops.And as he was a man of intelligent appearance, I knew he would not have braved such dangers unless he had been dragged thither by his own women folk.Therefore, when he got on the car his anger at the treatment he had received was sufficient to make him keep his seat in spite of his traditions of Southern chivalry.""That is all very well," I said, "but why did you insist upon daughters --and especially two daughters? Why couldn't a wife alone have taken him shopping?""There had to be daughters," said Jolnes, calmly."If he had only a wife, and she near his own age, he could have bluffed her into going alone.If he had a young wife she would prefer to go alone.So there you are.""I'll admit that," I said; "but, now, why two daughters? And how, in the name of all the prophets, did you guess that one was adopted when he told you he had three?""Don't say guess," said Jolnes, with a touch of pride in his air; "there is no such word in the lexicon of ratiocination.In Major Ellison's buttonhole there was a carnation and a rosebud backed by a geranium leaf.
No woman ever combined a carnation and a rosebud into a boutonniere.
Close your eyes, Whatsup, and give the logic of your imagination a chance.Cannot you see the lovely Adele fastening the carnation to the lapel so that papa may be gay upon the street? And then the romping Edith May dancing up with sisterly jealousy to add her rosebud to the adornment?""And then," I cried, beginning to feel enthusiasm, "when he declared that he had three daughters" --"I could see," said Jolnes, "one in the background who added no flower;and I knew that she must be --"
"Adopted!" I broke in."I give you every credit; but how did you know he was leaving for the South to-night?""In his breast pocket," said the great detective, "something large and oval made a protuberance.Good liquor is scarce on trains, and it is a long journey from New York to Fairfax County.""Again, I must bow to you," I said."And tell me this, so that my last shred of doubt will be cleared away; why did you decide that he was from Virginia?""It was very faint, I admit," answered Shamrock Jolnes, "but no trained observer could have failed to detect the odour of mint in the car."
