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At the words Secret Service, Willie looked up. “There’s what I’d like to do,” he said, “but I’ll never get a chance.”

“What? Secret Service work?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t think of anybody I ever knew who is better qualified for that sort of work, Willie. You had us all skinned a mile when it came to tracking and trailing and observing things. The rest of us were a bunch of blind men alongside of you. Nothing ever was missed by you; and you never forgot anything you saw. And you almost always knew what things meant, too. We would all see something and the rest of us would stand looking at it like a set of wooden men, and you would tell us what it meant. Honest, Willie, those Central City business men are so stupid they’re funny.”

“Maybe they are,” said Willie, ruefully, “but laughing at them won’t help me to get a job.”

“Did you ever try to do any detective work in Central City?”

“Of course I didn’t. You know how much chance there is to do that sort of thing in a little town like Central City. Why, people would have thought I was nutty for sure. They would have thought I had been reading dime novels.”