"Very well. Now come with me."
After leaving Manning's office, Britz and Greig proceeded to the Federal Building. The Criminal Branch of the United States Circuit Court was in session and they made their way to the clerk's desk immediately beneath the judge's platform. Producing a photograph from his pocket, Britz showed it to the clerk.
"Do you recognize it?" he inquired.
The clerk studied the picture a long while.
"The features are somewhat familiar, but I can't place them," he finally said.
"Pass it up to the judge and see whether he recognizes it," requested Britz.
The judge returned the photograph with a negative toss of his head.
"Do you recall Arthur Travis?" asked Britz of the clerk.
A wave of recollection instantly swept across the clerk's mind.
"Sure," he replied. "Pleaded guilty to attempted post office robbery. Was sent away for two years and half. He's in the Federal prison at Atlanta now. And, by George! that picture resembles him slightly. Only Travis was the ordinary, shabby specimen we invariably get here."