tch."

He took a watch from his pocket and put it on the table. It was
Halsey's watch. I had given it to him on his twenty-first birthday: I
was dumb with apprehension.

"He says he had a pair of cuff-links also, but he sold them--"

"Fer a dollar'n half," put in the disreputable individual hoarsely,
with an eye on the detective.

"He is not--dead?" I implored. The tramp cleared his throat.

"No'm," he said huskily. "He was used up pretty bad, but he weren't
dead. He was comin' to hisself when I"--he stopped and looked at the
detective. "I didn't steal it, Mr. Winters," he whined. "I found it
in the road, honest to God, I did."

Mr. Winters paid no attention to him. He was watching Alex.

"I'd better tell what he told me," Alex broke in. "It will be quicker.
When Jamieson--when Mr. Jamieson calls up we can start him right. Mr.
Winters, I found this man trying to sell that watch on Fifth Street.
He offered it to me for three dollars."

"How did you know the watch?" Winters snapped at him.

"I had seen it before, many times. I used it at night when I was
watching at the foot of the staircase." The detective was satisfied.
"When he offered the watch to me, I knew it, and I pretended I was
going to buy it. We went into an alley and I got the watch." The
tramp shivered. It was plain how Alex had secured the watch. "Then--I
got the story from this fellow. He claims to have seen the whole
affair. He says he was in an empty car--in the car the automobile
struck."

The tramp broke in here, and told his story, with frequent
interpretations by Alex and Mr. Winters. He used a strange medley, in
which familiar words took unfamiliar meanings, but it was gradually
made clear to us.

On the night in question the tramp had been "pounding his ear"--this
stuck to me as being graphic--in an empty box-car along the siding at
Casanova. The train was going west, and due to leave at dawn. The
tramp and the "brakey" were friendly, and things going well. About ten
o'clock, perhaps earlier, a terrific crash against the side of the car
roused him. He tried to open the door, but could not move it. He got
out of the other side, and just as he did so, he heard some one groan.

The habits of a lifetime made him cautious. He slipped on to the
bumper of a car and peered through. An automobile had struck the car,
and stood there on two wheels. The tail lights were burning, but the
headlights were out. Two men we