“But she did, then!” And McKenna put on an appearance of much anger. “She just said to them the last they heard of me I was at Shenandoah, but didn’t belave I wor there now! That was enough, I’m sure, fur they’re as sharp as the edge of a razor, an’ I expect they’ll quickly be here afther me. Me sisther sent a letther, warnin’ me, if I had raison to fear them, jist to make meself scarce! An’ now I must go! I shall only tell you where I’m really goin’. If ye want me particular like, I’ll be in Mahanoy City, or Pottsville occasionally, an’ ye may write me at these places—but holt! perhaps ’twould be betther not to send me anything until ye hear from me! As soon as I’m settled a bit I’ll let ye know. In the meanwhile kape dark! If anybody inquires for the address, say that ye don’t know where I am—but I tould ye I wor goin’ to see some friends in Canada—that’ll put them on a false trail!” “I’ll mind all ye say,” answered McAndrew, and he pulled a long face, when he thought how he would manage the division without his Secretary’s assistance. Taking a few drinks of beer with the persons in the room—for McAndrew kept a liquor supply by this time—the detective left the house, moved deliberately to his boarding-place, told a similar story to Cooney and his family, put his satchel in the hands of an Irish lad that he could trust, to be taken to him at the depot, and then appeared as usual among the remainder of his companions. A more despondent detective never was seen. He was sick; his head ached, and his whole system needed rest. Despite all, however, he managed to keep up a fair external demeanor, joked with his Mollie friends, and even sung a laughter-provoking ditty. When the time for the departure of the train arrived, he excused himself, walked rapidly to the depot, found his satchel and his messenger, tipped the boy a quarter of a dollar, seized the baggage, mounted the car, just as it started out, and, in a few moments, was trundling over the hills in the direction of Tamaqua. He fell asleep—after half an hour’s uneasiness, fearing he might be recognized by some one, but discovered he was unknown to all about him—and was in a sound slumber when he reached the place of his destination. “Tamaqua!” shouted in a loud voice, by the brakeman, awoke him, and he alighted at the depot as the locomotive gave a preparatory shriek and glided, with its serpent-like string of cars, along and around the mountain.