“It’s a good piece of evidence,” responded Nick; “if only this young man had had a little more luck! We could get along without the picture of Judson if we only had a clean-cut picture of the two murderers.” “That’s all right,” said Patsy, confidently, “I know who they are.” Nick looked quickly at his assistant. Then he turned to the photographer. “Will you leave this with us?” he asked. “I shall see that you are well paid for it.” “Oh! I don’t care for any pay,” replied the young man. “I shall be glad if it helps you. Good-night.” He left them, and Patsy made his report. “I laid for Claymore, as you told me,” he said, “and after chasing him around town for a while, I found at last that he had gone to the office of the oil company. He spent the whole evening there.” “Well?” “There was nothing for me to do but stay around. I was pretty sure that any attempt to find out what Claymore was doing would make him suspicious. So I didn’t go into the building even, but stayed outside on the other side of the street. “It was a dull wait till a while ago. “Then something happened. “A man came hurrying up the street and another man after him. I thought I had seen them both before somewhere, from their motions, but I couldn’t see their faces in the dark. I suppose I wouldn’t have bothered to get a closer look, if they hadn’t stopped right in the entrance to the building where Claymore has his office. “That interested me, and I crossed over. “One man was holding the other back. “‘’Tain’t safe to wait any longer,’ said the one who got there first. “‘And it ain’t half so safe to try to see him here,’ the other answered. ‘Don’t be a fool! You see, his windows are still lighted, and he’s busy. When he gets through, he’ll come, as he said he would. Let him alone now and come back.’ “They talked a little more back and forth, and finally the second man got the first one to go away. “I didn’t know then what they were talking about, and I don’t know now, but I dropped Claymore for a time and followed those two men.” “Why?” asked Nick. “Because I knew them. One was Nat Hamilton, the leader of the gang we had a tussle with in Helena, and the other was his right-hand man, Jack Thompson.” CHAPTER XV. DADDY DREW’S DIVE. “What! those two scoundrels!” cried Nick. “Yes, you were right when you prophesied that we would come upon them again.” Nick looked suddenly at the picture. “By Jove!” he muttered, “I believes I know them now.” “I haven’t a doubt of it,” said Patsy, “but you couldn’t swear to it to the satisfaction of a jury.” “True, and the jurymen could look at the picture for themselves, and see that the likenesses are not there. We’ve got to get more evidence than this, Patsy. Nobody saw them do the deed. This picture almost tells the story, but not quite. But go on. You must have more to tell.”