Late in the evening of the day on which he arrived he boarded a West
Lake street car and jumping off at—Lake street, knocked at the door of
a small frame building over which was the sign "F. Wittrock and Co.,
Hard and Soft Coal."
No lights were visible and for some time no answer came. Finally the noise of shuffling feet were heard and a clear voice inquired:
"Who's there?"
"It is I, be not afraid," answered Cummings.
"Thunder and lightning, it's Fred," exclaimed the voice in accents of great astonishment.
"Well, why the devil don't you let me in, then?" asked Cummings, his mouth close to the keyhole.
"Not the front door, Fred. Go to the corner, then up the cross street and come back through the coal yard."
Cummings did as he was told and entering the yard was met by Weaver, who dragged him into the house, and after carefully closing the door, lit the lamp and said:
"Dan's arrested."
"Tell me something I don't know, you fool."