or perhaps the fault was with Perry's understanding. At all events, the result was there and already his new theory had been proven correct. He had that very morning, not more than twenty minutes ago, read, in the local office of the American Express Company, a description of one "Edward Hurley, alias John Crowell, alias John Fenney," wanted by the company for the robbery of an express car at Cartwright, Utah, on February seventeenth last, which exactly tallied with the appearance of Mr. Myron Addicks, allowing, of course, for certain efforts at disguise. Fudge had copied the salient points of the placard in the express office and referred now to his memorandum, written on the back of a money order blank: "Age, about 28. Height, 5 feet, 10 inches. Weight, about 170 pounds. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, complexion dark. Was clean-shaven when last seen, but has probably grown beard or mustache. Carries himself erect. Has white scar about two inches in length on back of left forearm."
"There was a picture of him, too," said Fudge, "but I guess it wasn't a very good one, because he had his head thrown back and his eyes half closed and was scowling like anything. It must have been taken by the police."
"What is the reward?" asked Perry breathlessly.
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