what kind of a man Sullivan is, don't you?"
he said. "Well, he will never let up on me for what I have done,
but I have a host of friends--yes, sir, a host of friends--in this
country, and if harm comes to me all will not be well for him, I
can assure you." All during the conversation his companion never
opened his lips, and when he began talking of Sullivan he took him
by the arm and whispered in his ear, after which Cronin refused to
speak further.

"Where are you stopping in town?" was met with a point-blank
refusal to say more and an entreaty not to follow him. He was
allowed to leave the saloon, and at once Cronin and his companion
entered a cab and were driven rapidly west on King street. Long,
too, summoned a cab, but through a mistake of the driver the wrong
hack was followed. This brought up at the Union Station shortly
after 12 o'clock. Long glanced at the time tables and found that
the first train leaving the depot would be at 12:20 and concluded
to wait and see if the case would further develop. At exactly
12:18 a two-horse covered cab dashed up to the station and from it
sprang Cronin, the unknown man, and a lady apparently about
twenty-three years of age. They all three hurried into the train
for Hamilton, not waiting to purchase tickets. Long boarded the
train and asked Cronin for what point they were bound, and being
refused a civil answer stated that he would stay with him and
inform the police at the first station in case he refused to give
up. He thereupon stated that they intended going to Niagara Falls.
The lady was probably twenty to twenty-three or four years of age
and wore a dark gray traveling dress and a turban hat. She carried
a shawl-strap and a brown paper parcel. Cronin had nothing but his
small bag and overcoat, while the stranger carried a large brown
leather valise.

Long has known Cronin for the past three years and intimately for
the past two, belonged to a number of societies with him and had
frequently visited his office on Clark street and received in
return calls from the doctor at the house he used to live in, 271
Huron street, and could not possibly be mistaken in the man. The
only time Cronin ever made any remark to Long while in Chicago
which would lead to the idea that he anticipated violence was