"Have you questioned everybody in the house?" asked Old Spicer of the chief.
"Yes," was the answer, "we have had something to say to every one who lives here."
"You learned nothing more, I suppose?"
"Nothing more of any consequence."
"Have you heard what this young man has to say, chief?" asked Officer Cannon, indicating a person of about twenty-five who was standing by his side.
"No," answered the chief; "what is it?"
"Speak up for yourself, young man," said the officer, encouragingly.
The young man, thus admonished, advanced and said:
"I was returning from a whist party with a friend about one o'clock this morning. Just before we reached Spruce Street, on Oak, we heard the loud talk of three men in a buggy. They acted as if they might be partially intoxicated. The team was going as rapidly as it could. Just before they came up to where we were they spied us, and we heard one of them say, 'hush!' Not a word more came from their lips until long after they had passed us, then we could hear them talking again."
"Hum! Did they come from this way?" asked the chief.