"What put you on his track?"
"I came across a reliable party who, after giving me other valuable information, told me that he saw Strouse enter Mrs. Ernst's apartments shortly before nine o'clock last night. He further said that Strouse entered the basement by way of one of the rear doors—sneaked in, as it were—and probably hid himself in the old woman's bedroom."
"Have you seen this fellow yourself?"
"Yes, I started out after him, and after a long search, found him in Fred Siebold's saloon on State Street."
"How did he act?"
"He seemed to have plenty of money and was slightly under the influence of liquor."
"Did you speak with him?"
"Yes, I questioned him a little, in a careless sort of way."
"What did he have to say for himself?"
"He denied that he was in Mrs. Ernst's place last night, and said he had not been there since last week when he moved."