Entering the room, the first thing which met the detective’s eye was a bottle containing some sort of liniment, having on it a label of a neighboring druggist, In a closet a pair of drawers were found, and with the dark brown stain below the knee was almost identical to that which Chip had found on the railroad track, and which the robber had thrown from the express car.  Not satisfied with this, Chip ripped up the carpet, and as a reward for his labor found an express tag, or rather a portion of one, for the tag was torn in two pieces.  On the tag Chip read the portion of an address, “——­ority,” and below, “——­worth, Kansas.”  Further questioning of the garrulous landlady gained a description of the valise which the larger man carried away with him.  It tallied with the description given by Fotheringham of the valise into which Jim Cummings had put the stolen money.

Gathering his trophies together, Chip bid his talkative lady friend good-day, and immediately bent his steps toward the drug store, from which had come the bottle of liniment.

No, the druggist could not recollect what particular person had bought that bottle, but if the young man would call on Doctor B——­, he could probably ascertain the fact from him, as the liniment was put up from the Doctor’s prescription.  Chip, in a short time, was ushered into the Doctor’s presence.

Yes, the Doctor not only recollected the man, but gave a very close description of him.  The man had come to him, suffering from a bad bruise or cut on the leg below the knee.  Nothing serious, but so painful that it caused him to limp.  He had made out the prescription of the unguent which the bottle had contained, and the man had paid for it.  But he gave no name, nor in what manner he had received the injury.

Chip, satisfied with his work, left the physician, and whistling for his jehu, drove back to the hotel.

That the large man who had boarded with the landlady at ——­ Chestnut street, and had bought and used the ointment, was identical with Jim Cummings, the express robber, Chip had not the shadow of a doubt.  The smaller man was, of course, his accomplice.  He had seen where the men had secreted themselves a week before the robbery, he vas even pretty certain of their movements during that time, but the question was where had they gone after the deed was committed.  Who and where was the accomplice?  What other men had aided and abetted them in the scheme?  With his mind full of these perplexing queries, he sought Mr. Pinkerton’s room, and laid before him the result of his search.

Mr. Pinkerton listened attentively and picking up the torn express tag, examined it carefully.

It was a portion of an ordinary tag, such as is used by the Adams Express Company.

It had been torn about the middle.  The strings were still on it.  From its appearance it had been addressed, and the person, not satisfied with his work, had torn it in two and thrown it on the floor, from which it had probably been swept in a corner, and eventually got under the edge of the carpet, where Chip had found it.  It read.