After he had hastily finished this operation, he turned again to Manning, who had been smilingly observing his movements.
"Have you had breakfast, sir?
last table just ready." "Thank you," replied Manning, "I have already had my breakfast.

I am looking for a man who is stopping here, by the name of King." "What's his first name--Bob ?" "Yes, that's his name.

He is a brakeman on the road." "Oh, yes, Bob's here.

He's eating his breakfast now.

Just sit down, he'll be here directly." After waiting a few minutes, a tall, broad-shouldered young man, of rather good-natured and intelligent appearance, entered the room, and taking a cap from one of the hooks upon the wall, placed it upon his head.
It did not require the rather officious indication of the young clerk to induce the detective to recognize the new-comer as the man whom he was most desirous of seeing; his appearance tallied precisely with the description of him which he had previously obtained.
Stepping quietly up to the young man, the detective said, carelessly: "Your name is Bob King, I believe ?" Somewhat confused by the abrupt salutation, the young fellow replied, rather awkwardly: "Yes, that's my name; but you've got the brakes on me, for I don't remember that I ever saw you before." "Perhaps not," answered Manning, "but I want to have a little private conversation with you for a few minutes.