It was his intention to probe into that man’s history and learn more of the details of the will case and the trial. In doing this, would he be able to discover the motive of the murder? After leaving the Red Dragon Inn the detective at once--without waiting to go home--went to a near-by telephone exchange and called up the keeper of Sing Sing Prison. From this man he learned that Lawrence had been released early the day before, that he had been furnished with clothing and a small sum of money, and that he started for New York. “What train did he leave on?” Carter asked of the keeper. “The eleven-ten,” the keeper replied. “Was he an exemplary prisoner?” “Yes.” “Did he have any visitors call on him?” “None.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “During his imprisonment, did he receive many letters?” “None.” “Did he ever talk to you about himself?” “No, he was always a taciturn man and he never talked to me or to others about himself. When he left here yesterday he said that he intended to be revenged on the persons who had wronged him, for, he said, he had suffered for a crime of which he was not guilty.” “Did he mention any names?” “No.” “How much money did you give him?” “Ten dollars.” From the telephone office the detective went in his automobile to the old house on Beach Street. He stood on the sidewalk and inspected it. There was no sign on the house to indicate that the formerly handsome residence was for rent or for sale. All the windows were boarded up tight. A man, who lived next door, noticed Carter, and coming up to his side, coughed nervously, to attract his attention. “Are you thinking of buying or renting this place?” “Is it for sale?” the detective asked, without answering the man’s question. “I do not know. I thought from the manner in which you were looking at it that you thought about renting or buying it. No sign has ever been up on the house.” “How long have you lived in this neighborhood?” “About twenty years.” “Then you are pretty well acquainted with it?” “That I am.” “How long has this house been uninhabited?” “About ten years, I think.” “Were you acquainted with the last tenant?” “I was. Alfred Lawrence and his family lived there. Lawrence was sent to State’s prison on a charge of forgery. His wife and child moved away, and from that day to this I never heard what became of them.” “Have you ever seen any one visit the house?” “No one has ever come here.” “Was the furniture taken away?” “Yes.” “Then the house is evidently empty?” “It is.” “Were you acquainted with Lawrence enough to know anything about his affairs?” “I was not.” “All I know is what I read in the newspapers at the time.” “Was he a man of considerable means?” “I always thought so.” “Did you know Simeon Rich?” “No.” Not being able to secure any further information from the man, the detective walked away. Many thoughts crowded his mind and he asked himself innumerable questions in regard to the case.