"I always thought Renie's good looks would bring trouble to someone sooner or later," said Rigby.
"You don't think any of the gang had anything to do with bringing harm to the old man?"
There came a general denial of any such suspicion.
The men, however, appeared to be quite restive as to the identity of the man whom they had found prowling around. Rigby went inside to report what he had heard to the detective, and upon opening the door he uttered an exclamation of astonishment.
"Well, this gets me," he muttered.
The room was vacant—the man had left.
"Where can he be?" muttered Rigby and he commenced a search, but the man was nowhere to be found.
A curse fell from his lips.
"Have I been fooled, after all?" he muttered. "I'll be shot if it don't look so."
The tavern-keeper continued his search, but it proved fruit less; the man was nowhere to be found.