“I am sure, from what I can learn, that Dougherty didn’t! He never has a pistol about him! There was a bit o’ fire, on the night, as ye must know, an’ both companies was out, an we had considerable excitement, an’ not a little whisky. Afther the fire, in comin’ home, over the strate, the firemen got in a jangle, an’ blows were being passed, when the Chief Burgess, Geo. Major, came out, flourished his revolver, and, during the confusion, shot a dog that was barkin’ near by. This led to more shootin’, an’ some one in the crowd took off the Chief Burgess, an’ Major’s brother shot Dougherty, who has a bullet in the neck, below the left ear! Oh! it’s a bad business! A bad business! Do you know, I am thinkin’ no good can iver come of it?” “Yes, a shockin’ bad thing!” assented McKenna. Finding that Clark really knew very little about the minutiæ, the operative, who had purposely separated from Hayes, went to see other friends, hoping to find some one who might be able to give him information. Meeting Clark’s brother, who was a Mollie, he accompanied him to Dougherty’s house, which was only guarded by an old constable, named Litchenberger, who was too tipsy to do either good or harm. Several men were standing around, but the excitement seemed quietly subsiding, and there was little trouble in gaining permission to see the wounded man. They ascended to his room. The injured Mollie was slightly touched in the brain, and barely recognized his friends, but, turning over in bed, exhibited his hurt, which appeared to have been produced by a heavy, large-sized bullet. His left cheek and eye were greatly discolored and puffed up, the side of the neck being quite black. The ball still rested in the muscle, the surgeons thinking it unsafe, at that time, to probe for or attempt its removal. The visitors remained with Dougherty but a few moments, and then repaired to McCann’s boarding-house, the landlady of which, at first, said the man inquired for had gone out, she did not know where; but, when the operative and Clark made themselves known by name, she changed her tune and cordially invited them upstairs. The person visited they found in bed, but not at all averse to conversation. This was satisfactory to the detective. McCann said these had been no disturbance whatever in the street when Chief Burgess, Major, fired the shot at him, and, before he, McCann, could catch the revolver and take it from him, he discharged three shots.