"And he did take the hundred?"
"He did."
"What happened after that?"
"I followed him from the shop—for half a block. When he had gone that distance, I lost him. He stepped into a store, and I waited for him to come out. He never did. It was the old dodge. The store extended the width of a block. He made his escape through the other entrance."
Greenleaf was more excited even than Withers.
"This man," the chief put in; "what did he look like?"
"He was of average weight, medium height. He had a gold tooth, the upper left bicuspid gold. His nose was aquiline. He wore a long, dark gray raincoat, and he had a cap with its long visor pulled well over his face. Then, too, he wore a beard, chestnut-brown in colour. That's about the best description I can give you of him. You see, this happened late in the afternoon."
"All right," Bristow kept to the main thread of the story. "Now, about last night. What then?"
Withers threw away his cigarette and sighed.
"I came up here and watched Number Five. I had an idea that this fellow might show up."