"'I've got the cash here, says the mayor, pulling a pocket book from under his pillow.
"He counts out five fifty-dollar notes and holds 'em in his hand.
"'Bring the receipt, he says to Biddle.
"I signed the receipt and the mayor handed me the money. I put it in my inside pocket careful.
"'Now do your duty, officer, says the mayor, grinning much unlike a sick man.
"Mr. Biddle lays his hand on my arm.
"'You're under arrest, Dr. Waugh-hoo, alias Peters, says he, 'for practising medicine without authority under the State law.
"'Who are you? I asks.
"'I'll tell you who he is, says Mr. Mayor, sitting up in bed. 'He's a detective employed by the State Medical Society. He's been following you over five counties. He came to me yesterday and we fixed up this scheme to catch you. 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.
"'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."