n beside me. Like the conductor, he had taken notes of the dead man's
belongings, his name, address, clothing and the general circumstances of
the crime. Now with his little note-book open before him, he prepared to
enjoy the minor sensation of the robbery.

"And now for the second victim," he began cheerfully. "What is your name
and address, please?" I eyed him with suspicion.

"I have lost everything but my name and address," I parried. "What do
you want them for? Publication?"

"Oh, no; dear, no!" he said, shocked at my misapprehension. "Merely for
my own enlightenment. I like to gather data of this kind and draw my
own conclusions. Most interesting and engrossing. Once or twice I have
forestalled the results of police investigation--but entirely for my own
amusement."

I nodded tolerantly. Most of us have hobbies; I knew a man once who
carried his handkerchief up his sleeve and had a mania for old colored
prints cut out of Godey's Lady's Book.

"I use that inductive method originated by Poe and followed since with
such success by Conan Doyle. Have you ever read Gaboriau? Ah, you have
missed a treat, indeed. And now, to get down to business, what is the
name of our escaped thief and probable murderer?"

"How on earth do I know?" I demanded impatiently. "He didn't write it in
blood anywhere, did he?"

The little man looked hurt and disappointed.

"Do you mean to say," he asked, "that the pockets of those clothes are
entirely empty?" The pockets! In the excitement I had forgotten entirely
the sealskin grip which the porter now sat at my feet, and I had not
investigated the pockets at all. With the inquisitive man's pencil
taking note of everything that I found, I emptied them on the opposite
seat.

Upper left-hand waist-coat, two lead pencils and a fountain pen; lower
right waist-coat, match-box and a small stamp book; right-hand pocket
coat, pair of gray suede gloves, new, size seven and a half; left-hand
pocket, gun-metal cigarette case studded with pearls, half-full of
Egyptian cigarettes. The trousers pockets contained a gold penknife, a
small amount of money in bills and change, and a handkerchief with the
initial "S" on it.

Further search through the coat discovered a card-case with cards
bearing the name Henry Pinckney Sullivan, and a leather flask with
gold mountings, filled with what seemed to be very fair whisky, and
monogrammed H. P. S.

"His name evidently is Henry Pinckney Sullivan," said th