on a call, so he said he'd give me a dime if I'd run an' get him a messenger. I came, an' Shorty, No. 313, was sent out. I remember it 'cause he told me the man just sent him into Moscowitz's to get a dress an' pay a bill, an' gave him a dollar for doin' it."
"Where is No. 313?" asked Dick, his spirits rising fifty per cent.
"He's off on a call. No, here he is," said the messenger who knew something. "Come here, Shorty, you're wanted."
Shorty was a red-headed boy with a freckled face and one eye. The other messenger recalled the circumstances to him, and he sniffed his nose and said he remembered.
Richard then asked if there was a lady in the carriage, but No. 313 thought not. Then Richard asked him what the man looked like, but No. 313 could not say, except that he had a mustache and wore a soft felt hat. No. 313 had no opinion as to whether the carriage
