"Yes, that"s his name. He is a brakeman on the road."
"Oh, yes, Bob"s here. He"s eating his breakfast now. Just sit down, he"ll be here directly."
After waiting a few minutes, a tall, broad-shouldered young man, of rather good-natured and intelligent appearance, entered the room, and taking a cap from one of the hooks upon the wall, placed it upon his head.
It did not require the rather officious indication of the young clerk to induce the detective to recognize the new-comer as the man whom he was most desirous of seeing; his appearance tallied precisely with the description of him which he had previously obtained.
Stepping quietly up to the young man, the detective said, carelessly:
"Your name is Bob King, I believe?"
Somewhat confused by the abrupt salutation, the young fellow replied, rather awkwardly:
"Yes, that"s my name; but you"ve got the brakes on me, for I don"t remember that I ever saw you before."
"Perhaps not," answered Manning, "but I want to have a little private conversation with you for a few minutes. Can we go somewhere where we will not be interrupted?"
"Why, yes," responded the other, still evidently ill at ease, "come in here." And turning about, he led the way through a door across the hall, and entered a small and plainly furnished sitting-room.
"Wait," said Manning, as if suddenly conceiving an idea. "The morning is pleasant, and I have a good cigar here; suppose we take a short walk together. We can talk as we stroll along."
"All right," said King, as he took the proffered cigar, and lighting it, they went out of the hotel into the street.
Mr. Robert King eyed the detective furtively ever and anon, and seemed to be impatient for him to begin the conversation, and inform him what it was all about. There was, however, such a perfect air of ease and unconcern about Manning, that the young brakeman felt impelled to accompany him whether he would or not. Manning led the way in the direction of the office of the chief of police, and after they had fairly started, he turned to his companion, and good-naturedly said:
"Mr. King, I suppose you are quite anxious to know who I am, and what is the nature of my business with you?"
"Well, yes," answered King, smilingly, for the _sang froid_ of Manning had quite won his heart. "I would like to know both of those things."
"Well," said the detective, "my name is John Manning, and I am a native of Chicago. I am an intimate friend of "Tod" Duncan"s, and want to know where to find him."
"You will have to ask somebody that can tell you, then," answered King, who had now fully recovered his composure, "for I don"t know anything about him."
"Why," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Manning, as though quite surprised at the information, "I thought that you and Tod went off on a hunting or fishing party a few weeks ago, and that you came home, leaving Tod to continue his journey alone."
"That"s a mistake," said King, "and whoever informed you to that effect was as much mistaken as you are."
Mr. King was evidently trying the good-natured game of bluff, and Manning noticed with some satisfaction that they were now approaching very near to the office of Mr. Wallace.
"See here," said he, suddenly turning on his companion. "Mr. King, this won"t do. Duncan is wanted for the Geneva bank robbery. He was here three weeks ago, and you were with him. You got him out of town, and if you are not disposed to be communicative, I have simply got to place you under arrest."
The change in King"s manner was very complete. He was utterly surprised and nonplused, and before he could answer a word Manning placed his hand on his shoulder and said, peremptorily: "Come in here, Mr. King; perhaps Mr. Wallace can loosen your tongue."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Come in here, Mr. King; perhaps Mr. Wallace can loosen your tongue."]
They were now directly in front of the office of the chief, and King knew that any attempt at resistance would be futile, and decidedly unwise, so he deemed it best to submit at once.
"Don"t be too hard on a fellow," said he at last. "I have a good position and I can"t afford to lose it. If you will give me a chance, I will tell you all I know."
"Very well, come right in here," said Manning, "and if you tell me the truth, I promise you no harm will come to you."
In a few minutes they were closeted with the chief, who knew King very well, and who added his a.s.surances to those of Manning, that if he would unburden himself fully, no danger need be apprehended.
"I want to say first," said King, at last convinced that it would be better to make a clean breast of the whole matter, "that what I did, was done in good faith, and I only thought I was helping a friend who had got into trouble through acting in self-defense."
"Very well," said Manning, "we will admit all that, but tell us what you know."
"Well," answered King, after a pause in which to collect himself, "It was about three weeks ago, that Duncan came to the city, and knowing where I stopped, he came to see me. I happened to be in from my run when he called, and he wanted to know if I could get a leave of absence for a week, as he wanted to go on a fishing trip and would pay all the expenses. I went to the master of transportation and found no difficulty in obtaining my leave, and then I saw Tod and told him I was at his service. We then procured a team, guns, fishing-tackle and provisions, not forgetting a good supply of smoking and drinking articles, and the next day started off in the direction of Grand Junction. Before we started, Duncan told me about getting into a sc.r.a.pe over a game of cards at Leadville, and that he had shot two gamblers and was keeping out of the way until the excitement over the affair had died out."
"Duncan has raised one man, I see," laughed Manning. "When I heard this story first, he had only killed one gambler in his fight over the cards."
"Well, I am telling you what Duncan told me," answered King.
"That"s all right," said Manning quietly, "but suppose you go ahead and tell us what he told you about robbing the Geneva bank."
The cool a.s.surance of the detective, and the easy a.s.sumption with which he stated his conclusions, so disconcerted King, that he was speechless for a few moments. Recovering himself quickly, however, he answered doggedly:
"Well, I intended to tell you the whole story, and I was simply telling it in my own way."
"Go on, Mr. King," said Manning, "all I want is the truth, but the card story won"t do."
"I guess it won"t do me any good to tell you anything else but the truth," rejoined King. "Well, Tod told me about this shooting business before we started, and of course I believed it. I noticed, though, before we were away from the city very long, that there was something else on his mind, that made him very uneasy, and gave him a great deal of trouble. He was moody and silent for hours, and it was only when he drank a great deal that he was at all lively, or seemed like his old natural self. Finally, on the morning of the third day, I put the question fairly to him, and he then told me what he had done. He said he and two others had robbed a bank, and that he was making his way westward. He was resolved not to be captured, and said that no two men should take him alive. He then told me that he wanted me to take the team back to Des Moines, and that he would take the train at Grand Junction, and try to make his way to Manitoba. We parted company at the Junction, where Tod took the train for Sioux City. He paid all the expenses of the trip and offered to give me some of the money, but I refused to accept any, and told him what I had done was done simply for friendship."
"How much money did Duncan have at that time?" asked Manning.
"He had nearly four thousand dollars, I should judge," answered King.
"Did he say who a.s.sisted him in this robbery?"
"Yes; he told me that a man by the name of Edwards was one, and that the a.s.sistant cashier of the bank was the prime mover in the whole affair.
He also said that the cashier had not played fair, but had taken out twelve thousand dollars in gold instead of six thousand. He was very bitter against this man, and said he believed that he would give them all away to save his own neck, if it came to the pinch."
After some further conversation, which convinced Manning that King was telling the truth and that he was entirely ignorant of Duncan"s hiding-place, the young brakeman was allowed to go his way, with the understanding that they were to meet again in the evening.
Manning now hastened to the telegraph office, and a cipher message, containing in brief all he had thus far learned, was soon upon its way to me.
My reply was to the effect that he should again see King, and inquire if Duncan had mentioned anything about the valise which they had carried away from Geneva. Then to endeavor to obtain a photograph of Duncan, and finally thereafter to lose no time in starting out for Sioux City.
I was considerably exercised about this missing package of gold. I could not believe that Pearson had taken it, although both Edwards and Duncan appeared to be positive of it. The young cashier now seemed to be too utterly crushed down and humiliated to permit me to believe that he had lied still further, and that he was still keeping back a portion of the plunder he had secured. Still, however much I was desirous of discarding such a belief, I was resolved to leave no stone unturned in order to explain the mystery. I felt positive that some explanation would yet be made that would account for this package, and in a manner that would not connect Eugene Pearson with its disappearance. Up to this time, however, we were as far from the truth in this connection as when we commenced, and I could do no more than await the arrest of Duncan, before the matter could be definitely settled. I came to this conclusion on the a.s.sumption that all the parties thus far had told the truth, and it seemed to me that one or the other of them must certainly be mistaken in their original impressions.
This theory, however, yet remained. Edwards and Duncan might have obtained the money, and being still under the influence of the liquor they had drank, and excited over what had transpired, had thrown away the valise, and at that time it might still have contained the gold.
In accordance with my instructions, Manning remained in Des Moines two days succeeding this, but was unable to learn from King that Duncan had mentioned the valise in any manner whatever.
In his attempt to obtain a photograph of Duncan, however, he was more successful, and with the a.s.sistance of Capt. Wallace, he was fortunate enough to be placed in possession of a very excellent picture of young Duncan, which had but recently been taken. This accession to his stock of knowledge was destined to play an important part in his continued search after the fugitive burglar. Finding that nothing more could be learned in Des Moines, and receiving a.s.surances from the friendly chief that any information would be forwarded to him at once, Manning departed from the home of the youthful law-breaker and started for Sioux City.