Not one among the number whom he approached had any knowledge of the man, and therefore could give him no information.
Tired and puzzled and vexed, he at length was compelled to return to the hotel, and seek his much-needed repose.
His experience in St.Paul had thus far been far from satisfactory, and yet the thought of abandoning his investigations in that city never occurred to him.

He had too frequently been compelled to battle with unpromising circumstances in the past, to allow a temporary discomfiture to dishearten him now.

He felt that he was upon the right track, that Duncan had certainly come from Sioux City to St.Paul, but whether he had remained here any length of time, or had pushed on without stopping, was the question that bothered him immensely.

Resolving, therefore, to renew his efforts in the morning, he soon fell asleep.
On the morrow, when he descended to the office of the hotel, preparatory to partaking of his morning repast, he noticed with some little surprise that a new face was behind the counter.
Surmising that this might be the night clerk, yet unrelieved from his duties, and that Duncan might have arrived during the time he officiated, Manning approached him, and propounded the usual question.
When he brought forth the photograph, to his intense delight, the clerk recognized it at once.

Turning to the register and hastily running over the leaves, he pointed to a name inscribed thereon.
"That's the man," said he confidently.
Manning looked at the name indicated, and found scrawled in a very uncertain hand: "_John Tracy, Denver, Col._" "He came in on a night train," continued the clerk.