The German, who appeared to be in a great hurry, closed the door and hastened up the street. As soon as he was gone, Mr. Wiggins beckoned to Casper and went into the back room.
"Who was that man who just went out?" said he, in a tone of voice which did not admit of argument. "Tell me the truth."
"His name is Claus, sir," said Casper.
"Where does he stay, principally?"
"He stays first in one pool-room, and then in another. Where he lives I don't know."
"That will do," said Mr. Wiggins.
"I never have been guilty of such a thing before," began Casper.
"I said that would do," interrupted Mr. Wiggins. "I may see you again after a while."
When Mr. Wiggins and Casper got out into the other room they found that the stout man had disappeared. He had gone out about the time that the German disappeared. In half an hour he came back, leaned over the desk, and spoke to the chief operator.
"That fellow is no more Haberstro than I am," he whispered. "His name is Solomon Claus. We have had him up a time or two for vagrancy, and I'll take him up for the same cause, if you say so."