Then while he smiled and waved his hand to the little urchin who had been his means of introduction to this possibly invaluable witness, he made one final plea and that was for her name.
"Eliza Simmons," was the straightforward reply; and this ended the interview.
The husband, whose anticipated approach had occasioned all this abruptness, was coming down the hill when Sweetwater left the gate.

As this detective of ours was as careful in his finish as in all the rest of his work, he called out as he went by: "I've just been trying to sell a wonderful contrivance of mine to the missus.

But it was no go." The man looked, smiled, and went in at his own gate with the air of one happy in wife, child, and home.
Sweetwater went on up the hill.

Towards the top, he came upon a livery-stable.

Stopping in his good-humoured way, he entered into talk with a man loitering inside the great door.