ugh in the general style and bearing of this person to
make Mr. Byrd anxious to know his name. He, therefore, took it upon
himself to follow him--a proceeding which brought him to the corner just
in time to see the two gentlemen separate, and the especial one in whom
he was interested, step into a car.

He succeeded in getting a seat in the same car, and for some blocks had
the pleasure of watching the back of the supposed Mansell, as he stood
on the front platform with the driver. Then others got in, and the
detective's view was obstructed, and presently--he never could tell how
it was--he lost track of the person he was shadowing, and when the
chance came for another sight of the driver and platform, the young man
was gone.

Annoyed beyond expression, Mr. Byrd went to a hotel, and next day sent
to the mill and procured the address of Mr. Mansell. Going to the place
named, he found it to be a very respectable boarding-house, and,
chancing upon a time when more or less of the rooms were empty,
succeeded in procuring for himself an apartment there.

So here he was a fixture in the house supposed by him to hold the
murderer of Mrs. Clemmens. When the time for dinner came, and with it an
opportunity for settling the vexed question of Mr. Mansell's identity
not only with the man in the Syracuse depot, but with the person who had
eluded his pursuit the day before, something of the excitement of the
hunter in view of his game seized upon this hitherto imperturbable
detective, and it was with difficulty he could sustain his usual _role_
of fashionable indifference.

He arrived at the table before any of the other boarders, and presently
a goodly array of amiable matrons, old and young gentlemen, and pretty
girls came filing into the room, and finally--yes, finally--the
gentleman whom he had followed from the mill the day before, and whom he
now had no hesitation in fixing upon as Mr. Mansell.

But the satisfaction occasioned by the settlement of this perplexing
question was dampened somewhat by a sudden and uneasy sense of being
himself at a disadvantage. Why he should feel thus he did not know.
Perhaps the almost imperceptible change which took place in that
gentleman's face as their eyes first met, may have caused the
unlooked-for sensation; though why Mr. Mansell should change at the
sight of one who must have been a perfect stranger to him, was more than
Mr. Byrd could understand. It was enough that the latter felt he