And it came to this: the man we were asking about came to the town early in the afternoon of the day before the murder; he put himself up at the best hotel in the place; he was in and out of it all the afternoon and evening; he stayed there until the middle of the afternoon of the next day, when he paid his bill and left.

And there was the name he had written in the register book--Mr.John Phillips, Glasgow.
Chisholm drew me out of the hotel where we had heard all this and pulled the scrap of bill-head from his pocket-book.
"Now that we've got the name to go on," said he, "we'll send a wire to this address in Dundee asking if anything's known there of Mr.John Phillips.

And we'll have the reply sent to Berwick--it'll be waiting us when we get back this morning." The name and address in Dundee was of one Gavin Smeaton, Agent, 131A Bank Street.

And the question which Chisholm sent him over the wire was plain and direct enough: Could he give the Berwick police any information about a man named John Phillips, found dead, on whose body Mr.Smeaton's name and address had been discovered?
"We may get something out of that," said Chisholm, as we left the post-office, "and we may get nothing.

And now that we do know that this man left here for Coldstream, let's get back there, and go on with our tracing of his movements last night." But when we had got back to our own district we were quickly at a dead loss.