Mr. Damsel bade the employee to return to the office, and turning to Mr.
Pinkerton, said:

"The case is in your hands. Do what you want, if any man can run that
Cummings down, you can."

"Well, I'll take it. I should advise you first to have Fotheringham
arrested as an accomplice. While I do not think he is one, he may be; at
any rate it will lead the principals in the case to believe we are on
the wrong track, but I must confess there don't seem to be any track at
all, wrong or right."

"I will do that. I will swear out a warrant to-day against him."

Mr. Damsel took his leave, and that night Fotheringham slept behind iron
bars.



CHAPTER IV.

THE DETECTIVE AND THE MESSENGER.


After Mr. Damsel had left the hotel, Mr. Pinkerton sat in deep thought.
He had carefully re-read Fotheringham's statement, but could find
nothing that could be put out as a tracer; no little straw to tell which
way the wind was blowing.