made duly welcome. He amazed and amused
Ralph by showing him his "detective outfit," as he called it. It was
an incongruous mass, stored away in a flat leather case that he
secreted in a great pocket made inside his coat--a wig, false
whiskers, a pair of goggles, and a lot of other "secret service"
paraphernalia, suggested to Zeph by reading some cheap and sensational
detective stories.

"Well, I've got to get on the shadowy trail to-day," yawned Zeph, as
he got out of bed the next morning.

"Where's the shadow, Zeph?" asked Ralph humorously.

"Let you know when I find my quarry."

"Ha, bad as that?" laughed Ralph.

"Oh, you can smile, Ralph Fairbanks," said Zeph resentfully. "I tell
you, I'm on a mighty important case and--say, where did you get
that?"

"What?"

"That picture!" exclaimed Zeph, picking up from the bureau the
photograph of Marvin Clark, given to the young engineer by Fred Porter
the day previous.

"Oh, that picture?" said Ralph. "A friend of mine gave it to me. He's
trying to find its original, and hoped I could help him."

"Trying to find him?" repeated Zeph with big staring eyes. "Whew! I
can do that for you."

"You can?" demanded Ralph.

"I should say so!"

"Do you know the original of that picture then?" inquired Ralph.

"Sure I do--why, he's the person who hired me to be a detective," was
Zeph's remarkable reply.

CHAPTER XX

"LORD LIONEL MONTAGUE"

"You can't get on here!"

"But I've got a paus, don't you know."

"Paws? Yes, I see," said Lemuel Fogg. "Take 'em off the tender, son,
or you'll get a jerk that will land you, for we're going to start up
pretty soon."

"Hawdly--I have a right here, my man--I've got a paus, don't you
know."

"See here, my friend, if you are bound for Hadley, this isn't the
train."

"I didn't say Hadley, sir, I said 'hawdly.'"

"He means hardly, Mr. Fogg," put in Ralph, "and he is trying to tell
you he has a pass."

"Why don't he talk English, then?" demanded the fireman of No. 999
contemptuously, while the person who had aroused his dislike looked
indignant and affronted, and now, extending a card to Ralph, climbed
up into the tender.

He was a stranger to the engineer--a man Ralph could not remember
having seen before. His attire was that of a conventional tourist,
and his face, words and bearing suggested the conventional foreigner.
He wore a short, stubby black mustache and side whiskers, a monocle in
one eye, and he had a