Next he found a man who remembered seeing Low drive rapidly away. This man did not know when he was being questioned that Low was suspected of murder. “I says, ‘Hello, Hank,’ says I,” he told the detective, “and he said, ‘Hello,’ and got into his wagon. “‘How’s things up at the farm?’ says I. “‘Can’t stop to chin,’ says he, kind of mad, and he whipped up his critter, and went away. Never seen Hank in such a hurry.” All this was important, and Kerr made a note of the names of all witnesses. “I’ll try to show Nick Carter,” he thought, “that I can work up a case.” He was just about to leave the hotel, when Folsom approached him with a telegram in his hand. He gave it to Kerr, who read the one word it contained: “Coming.” It was signed “N.C.” “All right,” said Kerr; “when he gets here I shall probably have the guilty man in the lockup. He doesn’t say when he will arrive.” “No,” responded Folsom, “but as this was sent from Pueblo, it shows that he is on the way. I’ve looked up the trains, and should say that he’d be here early in the evening.” “Well, I’m going down to the telegraph office to look up that messenger’s book. If it gives the time I think it does, I shall start for Mason Creek without waiting for Carter.” “I suppose that’s right,” said Folsom. Kerr was sure it was. He went to the telegraph office, but was disappointed to learn that the boy who had the book he needed to see had been sent to a distant part of the city, and could not be back before six o’clock at the earliest. Then Kerr was in doubt as to what he ought to do. “It would make me look like thirty cents,” he reflected, “if I should arrest Hank Low, and bring him to the city, only to find that the boy’s book showed that he couldn’t have done the thing.” “Suppose, for example, the book shows that the clerk signed it at twenty minutes to four. “By that time Judson had been dead at least five minutes, and, of course, Low couldn’t be guilty. “I think I’ll wait for the boy to get back. Carter may be here by that time, and I’d rather take his judgment.” And Kerr left it that way. He went down to the railroad station at a quarter to six with Folsom, hoping to meet the great detective on the train due to arrive from Pueblo at that hour. CHAPTER XI. A SUSPECT AND AN ALIBI. They were not disappointed. Nick was on the train, and Patsy was with him. Nick greeted Folsom warmly when they met on the platform, and then he was introduced to Detective Kerr. “I’m glad to see you, Mr. Kerr,” said Nick. “I suppose there’s no mystery about this case?” “Well, I don’t know,” replied Kerr, doubtfully. “I think not.” “I thought it was all settled.” “Settled, Mr. Carter? What do you mean?” Nick smiled, and glanced at Folsom. “Usually,” he said, “my friends do not have a brass band to meet me when I begin to work.” Folsom started, and looked uncomfortable.