“Port Washington!” I cried sharply. “Why, yes--know the place?” He, of course, couldn’t understand my excitement. “And do you mean to tell me that it was Pawlinson himself whom I saw that fellow shoot so prettily over the rail with a punch that would do your heart good?” Things were fitting together for me now. But they certainly were not for the chief. “What the deuce are you talking about, anyway?” he said. “I hadn’t told you about that yet.” “I know, I know,” I jumbled on; “but what does Pawlinson say of the girl? What had she to do with the thing, anyway?” “The girl? For Heaven’s sake, Grey, how much do you know about this thing?” But he got little satisfaction from me then, for a sudden realization swept over me. I caught up the paper describing the man who was wanted, and crowded it into my pocket. “Explain later, chief,” I blurted, making for the door. “I’ll wire you the minute I’ve got him located. Meanwhile wire me money when I call for it, will you?” “Aye, aye, boy!” agreed the chief, understanding thoroughly that even his curiosity must wait. He was a big enough man to know when to play second fiddle. So I caught the midnight train to Boston which connected with the Portland express. CHAPTER IV. TWO PANETELAS. Upon quitting Chief Garth’s door and trotting down his stoop, I walked briskly westward in the direction of a square which I counted upon getting another cab; for, expecting no further use of him, I had dismissed my former driver. I found two cabs, both taxis, and immediately stepped toward the nearest. “Grand Central Station!” said I to the fellow dozing on his seat. He came to with a start just as I was yanking open the door. “Hold on a minute, mister,” stammered the man, “I’m engaged.” I glanced at his “clock.” Sure enough, his “vacant” sign was down. He was waiting for somebody. “Bill, yonder, ain’t got no fare,” offered the driver, thumbing in the direction of the car beyond. “He’ll carry ye.” And next minute I had given directions to “Bill,” who cranked forthwith; and, speed having evidently showed in my attitude, we turned the corner almost on two wheels. But my ear caught the whir of the first car as it, in turn, was started. I might have saved myself some anxiety had I stopped to think that, near midnight as it was, the streets were free from traffic. There is something in me that delights in speed, and that ride was a little slice of joy in itself. We reached the station in plenty of time for my train. I broke the twenty-dollar bill I had so easily earned that afternoon, and secured my berth before boarding the Pullman.