“Do you know Tod?” asked that gentleman, with some surprise.

“Oh yes, very well,” replied Manning.  “I spent several days with him in Chicago, about a month ago, and had quite a pleasant time.”

“Oh, I remember; he stopped here after that, on his way to his home in Des Moines.  You must have had quite a time, for Tod looked very much broken up.”

“Well, he was on quite a spree, I believe—­and so he went to Des Moines, did he?”

“Yes, he started for that point; but I believe he intended stopping some time in Ames, where he has a good many friends.”

“Did he say what he intended doing there, or whether he was going on out to Denver?” asked Manning.

“No, I think he said he was going with a fishing-party from there and would be gone several weeks.”  After stating that he was about to travel in that direction himself, and learning the names of several of Duncan’s friends in Ames, Manning left the saloon, and returned to his hotel.  Ascertaining that he could leave on a train that night, he hastened to the depot and was soon speeding on his way.

He arrived at Ames in due season, and here he was fortunate enough to find a friend of Duncan’s, who informed him that instead of remaining in that city he had only lingered there one day, when he left on a freight train for Des Moines, stating that he was to meet a friend in the latter city and could not wait for the regular passenger train.

Manning without delay then started for Des Moines, and upon arriving there, telegraphed the result of his investigation thus far.  In reply he was informed that Duncan’s baggage had been sent to Des Moines, and directed to inquire at the office of the American express whether it had been received or delivered.

Immediately on the receipt of these instructions Manning repaired to the express office, and there to his intense delight, he discovered Duncan’s trunks among the unclaimed baggage.  Making himself known to the express superintendent, who was friendly to our interests, he remained around the office until late in the evening, when as the office was about to be closed, and feeling confident that the trunks would not be called for that night, he repaired to his hotel and sought his much-needed repose.

The following morning he was up betimes, and deferring his visit to Duncan’s friends until he had seen the trunks removed, he made his way again to the express office and took up his position as a watcher.

Shortly before noon, a wagon was driven up before the door, and a man presented himself and demanded the trunks in which the detective was so much interested.  The wagon bore the name of a grocer, John Miller, and was evidently used in delivering the wares dispensed by the merchant whose name was painted upon its sides.  After the trunks had been transferred to the wagon, the driver mounted to the seat and slowly drove away.  Manning followed on behind them, and after a short