"That's the man," said he confidently.
Manning looked at the name indicated, and found scrawled in a very uncertain hand:
"John Tracy, Denver, Col."
"He came in on a night train," continued the clerk. "He only remained to breakfast and went away shortly afterward."
"Have you any idea which way he went?" inquired Manning.
"No, I cannot tell you that. He left the hotel shortly after breakfast in a hack. He did not return after that, but sent the hackman here to pay his bill and to obtain his valise. He acted very strange while he was here, and I felt somewhat suspicious of him."
"Can you tell me the name of this hackman?" now asked Manning.
"I think his name is Davids," answered the clerk, "but I will ask the baggage-man about him; he can, no doubt, tell me who he is."
The baggage-man was summoned and he distinctly remembered the occurrence, and that the driver's name was Billy Davids, who was well-known throughout the city, particularly among the sporting fraternity.
Thanking both of these men for the information which they had given him, the detective, forgetting all about his breakfast, hastened to the office of the chief of police, and acquainting him with what he had heard, expressed his desire to see this hackman at once.