Emma Speed Sampson

“ Josie felt for her detective’s badge pinned in the breast pocket of her dress, and smiled happily in her retreat behind the dimity spread.
“Here is the book, Felix, exactly where that dull little O’Gorman girl put it. Do you think you will ever be able to make out the code?”
“Sure! There is no code I can’t work. It may take time but it will be great fun to find out what that old devil O’Gorman thought of us. It will be helpful too to find out exactly what he knew; and think of destroying all trace of our identity.”
“Umhum! I am dull and my father was a devil,” mused Josie. ”

“ This is a clever idea of that O’Gorman girl’s, to run this shop. Are you sure she is so dull?” asked the man.
“Sure! She has a fish eye and a face like a dumpling.” “O’Gorman had too, and he wasn’t dull,” said Mr. Markle with some doubt in his tone.
“Oh, trust me, Felix, to know when a woman has sense. I don’t believe she even has any humor.”
Josie smothered a giggle and drew her little revolver from her pocket. The interlopers were pushing open the door of her bedroom and without further ceremony switched on the light. ”

“ My first job for them is laundering those napkins I have just finished.”
“Oh, what a clever pet it is!” and Felix stopped and kissed Hortense. “A man never had such a partner before, I am sure.”
“What an old goose you are!” Her voice was as pleased and affectionate as any woman’s might have been who had won her husband’s approbation by some wifely act.
“Come on now! Let’s get out. We have what we came for and I am eager to get busy on that old devil O’Gorman’s code.”
They switched off the light and locked the door carefully. Josie scuttled from under her bed and ran to the front window. ”