"Have you any roomers at present ?" he inquired, doubtfully.
"I have one, but his name is Mannering." "Mannering," he repeated, thoughtfully, once more facing her; "I wonder if I am not mistaken in the name?
Will you kindly describe Mr.Mannering ?" The woman hesitated, eying him suspiciously.

"He ain't likely to be the man you want," she said, slowly, "for he don't have no callers, and he never goes anywhere, except out of the city once in a while on business.

He's an oldish man, with dark hair and beard streaked with gray, and he wears dark glasses." "Ah, no," the young man interrupted hastily, "that is not the man at all; the man I am looking for is rather young and a decided blond.
I am sorry to have troubled you, madam; I beg a thousand pardons," and with profuse apologies he bowed himself down the steps, to the evident relief of the landlady.
As the door closed behind him, Mr.Rosenbaum paused a moment to reconnoitre.

The house he had just left was the only habitable building visible in the immediate vicinity, but a few rods farther down the street was a small cabin, whose dilapidated appearance indicated that it was unoccupied.

Approaching the cabin cautiously, Mr.Rosenbaum tried the door; it offered but slight resistance, and, entering, he found it, as he had surmised, empty and deserted.
Stationing himself near a window which overlooked No.