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"
And
that
's
not
stretchin
'
the
troot
much
,
aither
,
"
he
answered
,
fondly
.
Aileen
was
adamant
.
No
amount
of
argument
both
on
the
part
of
Norah
and
her
mother
had
any
effect
whatever
.
Butler
witnessed
the
failure
of
his
plan
with
considerable
dissatisfaction
,
but
he
was
not
through
.
When
he
was
finally
convinced
that
there
was
no
hope
of
persuading
her
to
accept
the
Mollenhauer
proposition
,
he
decided
,
after
a
while
,
to
employ
a
detective
.
At
that
time
,
the
reputation
of
William
A.
Pinkerton
,
of
detective
fame
,
and
of
his
agency
was
great
.
The
man
had
come
up
from
poverty
through
a
series
of
vicissitudes
to
a
high
standing
in
his
peculiar
and
,
to
many
,
distasteful
profession
;
but
to
any
one
in
need
of
such
in
themselves
calamitous
services
,
his
very
famous
and
decidedly
patriotic
connection
with
the
Civil
War
and
Abraham
Lincoln
was
a
recommendation
.
He
,
or
rather
his
service
,
had
guarded
the
latter
all
his
stormy
incumbency
at
the
executive
mansion
.
There
were
offices
for
the
management
of
the
company
's
business
in
Philadelphia
,
Washington
,
and
New
York
,
to
say
nothing
of
other
places
.
Butler
was
familiar
with
the
Philadelphia
sign
,
but
did
not
care
to
go
to
the
office
there
.
He
decided
,
once
his
mind
was
made
up
on
this
score
,
that
he
would
go
over
to
New
York
,
where
he
was
told
the
principal
offices
were
.
He
made
the
simple
excuse
one
day
of
business
,
which
was
common
enough
in
his
case
,
and
journeyed
to
New
York
--
nearly
five
hours
away
as
the
trains
ran
then
--
arriving
at
two
o'clock
.
At
the
offices
on
lower
Broadway
,
he
asked
to
see
the
manager
,
whom
he
found
to
be
a
large
,
gross-featured
,
heavy-bodied
man
of
fifty
,
gray-eyed
,
gray-haired
,
puffily
outlined
as
to
countenance
,
but
keen
and
shrewd
,
and
with
short
,
fat-fingered
hands
,
which
drummed
idly
on
his
desk
as
he
talked
.
He
was
dressed
in
a
suit
of
dark-brown
wool
cloth
,
which
struck
Butler
as
peculiarly
showy
,
and
wore
a
large
horseshoe
diamond
pin
.
The
old
man
himself
invariably
wore
conservative
gray
.
"
How
do
you
do
?
"
said
Butler
,
when
a
boy
ushered
him
into
the
presence
of
this
worthy
,
whose
name
was
Martinson
--
Gilbert
Martinson
,
of
American
and
Irish
extraction
.
The
latter
nodded
and
looked
at
Butler
shrewdly
,
recognizing
him
at
once
as
a
man
of
force
and
probably
of
position
.
He
therefore
rose
and
offered
him
a
chair
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
he
said
,
studying
the
old
Irishman
from
under
thick
,
bushy
eyebrows
.
"
What
can
I
do
for
you
?
"
"
You
're
the
manager
,
are
you
?
"
asked
Butler
,
solemnly
,
eyeing
the
man
with
a
shrewd
,
inquiring
eye
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
replied
Martinson
,
simply
.
"
That
's
my
position
here
.
"
"
This
Mr.
Pinkerton
that
runs
this
agency
--
he
would
n't
be
about
this
place
,
now
,
would
he
?
"
asked
Butler
,
carefully
.
"
I
'd
like
to
talk
to
him
personally
,
if
I
might
,
meaning
no
offense
to
you
.
"
