After breakfast, the detective accompanied the landlord to the bar and swallowed a powerful decoction of spirits, lemon, and sugar, commonly termed whisky-punch, which had the effect, in a little while, of tangling up his wits, weakening his joints, and causing his eyes to see everything in couples, even to the solitary chimney-tops of the houses in the city. At least, so it appeared. But he retained the sense of hearing sufficiently unimpaired to receive the full benefit of Marks’ reflection, directed to the hangers-on of the tavern, as he quit the house, and of which the agent was the subject—to the effect that it was “a great pity he, McKenna, had no head for resisting the stupefying influences of strong drink.” This forms the substance of the remark, but not exactly the language, which was very coarse, and intensified by sundry adjectives and expletives not mentioned to ears polite. [Illustration: “_The Saloon and Residence of James Carroll._”] One of the first places honored with the detective’s presence, after quitting the Columbia House, was Carroll’s, where, as he had been informed by Superintendent Franklin, Yost and McCarron saw the strangers, “from the other side,” suspected of having committed the murder, the morning of the sixth of that month. The saloon and residence of James Carroll—all included in one building—was on Broad Street, no great distance from the United States Hotel. After calling on Patrick Nolan, another liquor-seller with whom he was familiar, and from whom he obtained more liquor, thus adding to his appearance of drunkenness, the operative went direct to Carroll’s Union House. Fortunately, the proprietor of the place and his wife were the only occupants of the bar-room. McKenna passed Carroll the sign for the quarter, while the proprietor stood in the doorway, and Carroll answered correctly, then warmly greeted him as a brother. The detective introduced himself: “I am James McKenna, of Shenandoah! I think you know me by report, but not by sight! Have often heard of you, as Secretary of Tamaqua Division!” At this juncture, Mrs. Carroll, who had been standing nigh, discreetly withdrew, and Carroll said: “Jim McKenna? ‘Heard of you?’ I think I have! You are right welcome here!” “I’m jist afther having a bit of a spree, as ye’ll doubtless observe wid half an eye, an ain’t nigh so steady as I wor yesterday, an’ don’t know as much by half, but I greet ye kindly! Supposin’, now, you fit yourself inter the space behint the bar an’ the shelves, an’ pour me out some gin? I’m particularly partial to pure Holland!” “Of course I will,” replied Carroll, and he served some liquor, taking a stiff glass himself. “I can’t stay but a little time,” said McKenna, seating himself before the counter and balancing his body unsteadily, “fur I must get to Summit Hill, beyant, this afternoon, fur to see Aleck Campbell!” “Campbell is all right!”