I guess you won't do any more doctoring around these parts, Mr. Fakir.
What was it you said I had, doc?' the mayor laughs, 'compound—well, it wasn't softening of the brain, I guess, anyway.'
"'A detective,' says I.
"'Correct,' says Biddle.
'I'll have to turn you over to the sheriff.'
"'Let's see you do it,' says I, and I grabs Biddle by the throat and half throws him out the window, but he pulls a gun and sticks it under my chin, and I stand still.
Then he puts handcuffs on me, and takes the money out of my pocket. "And I grabs Biddle by the throat."
"'I witness,' says he, 'that they're the same bank bills that you and I marked, Judge Banks.
I'll turn them over to the sheriff when we get to his office, and he'll send you a receipt.
They'll have to be used as evidence in the case.'
"'All right, Mr. Biddle,' says the mayor. 'And now, Doc Waugh-hoo,' he goes on, 'why don't you demonstrate? Can't you pull the cork out of your magnetism with your teeth and hocus-pocus them handcuffs off?'
"'Come on, officer,' says I, dignified.
'I may as well make the best of it.'
And then I turns to old Banks and rattles my chains.
"'Mr. Mayor,' says I, 'the time will come soon when you'll believe that personal magnetism is a success.
And you'll be sure that it succeeded in this case, too.'
"And I guess it did.
"When we got nearly to the gate, I says:
'We might meet somebody now, Andy. I reckon you better take 'em off, and—' Hey?
Why, of course it was Andy Tucker.
That was his scheme; and that's how we got the capital to go into business together."