"Seein' the sights of the city, are you, lieutenant?"
"Well, yes, Jerry; that's part of our business. But we are looking for a young man who was here a few days ago, and perhaps you can help us?"
"Well, if I can do anything for you I will," answered Jerry, who was a tall, broad-shouldered, black-haired man, with flashing black eyes and a somber mustache, which trailed below his chin. "Come over into the wine-room, where we can talk. We can't do it here for the noise."
Accepting the suggestion, the three men walked across the room, and entering a narrow doorway in one corner, were ushered into an apartment which was designated as the "wine-room." This room was occupied by the better dressed portion of the habitues of the place, and their deportment was much more circumspect than those in the larger room outside. Leading the way to a table in a retired corner of the room, the proprietor requested them to be seated, while Manning called for the services of one of the waiter girls in providing for their liquid nourishment.
The officer, who had obtained possession of Duncan's photograph, now produced it, and handing it over to Mr. Taylor, said:
"Jerry, that is the fellow we are looking for. Do you know anything about him?"
Taylor looked at the picture a moment, and then answered:
"Certainly, I know something about him. He was here two or three days ago, and was as flush with his money as a nobby aristocrat."
Manning's heart leaped with joy as he heard these words. He was no longer doubtful of results, and was satisfied that he was upon the right track.
"How long did he stay here?" asked the officer.