“Yes! Campbell is one of the thruest men in the county, an’ one that I have taken a particular likin’ fur!” “You know Aleck and I are brothers-in-law?” “Sure, an’ I hed no sich idea!” “We are! An’, if you stay in the neighborhood, you must spake of me to him! It’ll be a good thing for you to do!” “I’ll remember that, depend upon’t!” “I suppose you’ve read of the Yost matter?” said Carroll. “Oh, I saw somethin’ of it in the papers, but hev no knowledge of the particulars! I belave, however, that the Dutch policeman desarved all he got!” “It was a clane trick, an’ well done!” “Some of the people in town are sayin’ that McCarron—isn’t that his name?—did the whole thing!” suggested McKenna. This groundless charge the detective had constructed, from whole cloth, to draw Carroll out, but the saloon keeper did not choose to say much. He responded: “There was mighty little difference in the two—McCarron an’ Yost! I think Yost was a trifle the manest, but not much!” This was considerable for Carroll to say, before a comparative stranger, even though known as a good Mollie, but contained no information; so, after another glass of gin, which the detective dexterously threw out at the door, after having changed the glasses and drank the water placed on the counter with the liquor, McKenna took his leave, perceptibly the worse for his morning drams, and boarded the cars for Storm Hill, leaving his satchel at the Columbia House. Arrived at his destination, the officer continued his appearance of intoxication, and, after staggering about and entering one or two saloons, rolled himself into Alex. Campbell’s house, finding the proprietor at home, surrounded by several other Mollies, all of whom seemed engaged in doing nothing in particular, excepting the rapid consumption of the contents of the bottles behind the counter. The reception accorded McKenna was generous, finding that he had a few dollars to expend, and Campbell and the rest being eager to assist in that operation. When they had taken some rounds, of which the detective was compelled to imbibe fully his share, Campbell put on his coat, and signaling to McKenna, the two started for a walk. They first made a call at Pat McKenna’s—whose relative James McKenna, the operative, had already made himself out to be—where an unusually warm greeting awaited him. All of his second cousins were happy to resume a companionship previously begun. This saloon was kept by Pat McKenna, the father of the Old Mines Bodymaster. Pat, junior, was not at home. The whole country swarmed with Mollies, and Campbell, Fisher, and Pat McKenna, junior, were the leading spirits in the division, Fisher being at that date County Delegate of Carbon County.