I telephoned headquarters the numbers of the revolvers, and the neighborhood in which Holt said he had bought them. Several members of the squad started out from headquarters to identify the pawnshops, and to find out what they could of the history of three sticks of dynamite marked “Keystone National Powder Company. 60 per cent. Emporium, Pa.” Holt had proved obstinate to all questions of the source of his supply of dynamite. The man was getting tired: he had had a hard day, had been considerably battered, had been interviewed, photographed, harried with questions, his ankles and wrists ached, his head throbbed, and his mind, which though alert and active, was none too stable, was showing signs of exhaustion. His condition suggested that he might be in a mood to supply some of the further information we needed, so I suggested that we take an automobile ride and he could show me where he had been the day before. He protested at once. “No! My head is aching, and you want to take me on a ride and make a show of me to the morbid crowd. I will not tell you--not until later. Later perhaps, but not now!” “All right,” I answered. “Later.” Then I decided we had better get our information down on paper in a formal examination. The meeting convened at once, with Coy, McCahill, a county detective from Mineola, two deputy sheriffs, two patrolmen, a stenographer and myself as board of inquiry. It may serve to describe the fellow’s manner, as well as to bring out what the examination further disclosed, if we make use here of extracts from the proceedings: _Question._ Where were you born? _Answer._ Somehow my brain is in such a shape that I can’t remember--Wisconsin, I know. I don’t know what it is that affected me--something inside of me--maybe it is the shock I got from that. _Q._ You speak with a German accent. Were you born in Germany, or in any of the European countries--tell me the truth. _A._ Now listen. That has been said before--that I speak with a foreign accent. That is because I speak several languages. I speak French, German, Spanish, and all that. That is the cause of that, you see? _Q._ We will eliminate the trouble of asking you questions if you will tell us the town or city in which you were born. _A._ Yes. Now I am trying to think (a pause) I will have to disappoint you. _Q._ Your memory is very clear on other things. _A._ As I told you, I have been lying there, thinking, thinking. I took up the matter of the express receipt found on him: _Q._ On June 11, 1915, you shipped a box by the American Express Company to D. F. Sensabaugh, 101 South Marsalis Street, Dallas, Texas. What did that box contain? _A._ It evidently must have been a typewriter. I would not be sure now, I think it was a typewriter. And then the cartoon, clipped from the Philadelphia paper, brought out a very unexpected fact: _Q._ How many times have you been in Philadelphia? _A._ No time. _Q._ You came to New York from Ithaca? _A._ Yes.