characteristics of the man who committed it. What I want of you is that when the thing is told, you'll help me put my hands on the man."
"I'll do my best," replied McManus; "but don't forget you are giving me the point on which you confess yourself at a loss."
Trafford laughed.
"Isn't that where we all want help?"
"Yes; but not always where we get it."
"On the evening of May 10, a man came from somewhere below on the train due here at eight o'clock. He dropped off at the Bridge station, instead of coming into Millbank, and met another man, apparently by appointment, about half-way between the railroad and covered bridges. They talked about ten minutes"
"Hold on," interrupted McManus; "you go too fast. Was the man he met a Millbank man?"
"Oh, I forgot. It was Frank Hunter."
"Frank Hunter!" exclaimed McManus. "You're still pointing to our office, as I said before. It's a grave responsibility you're taking, Mr. Trafford."
"I'm taking no responsibility. I'm simply giving
