The prison keeper had told him over the telephone that Lawrence had only ten dollars in his possession when he left Sing Sing, and the bartender at the Red Dragon Inn had informed him that the man who had been murdered had displayed a large sum of money when he paid for the night’s lodging. “From whom had Lawrence received money?” the detective asked himself as he pondered over this. “He must have got money from some one.” That was clear. But the bartender might have been mistaken. Nick told Danny to drive to a restaurant, where he procured an excellent breakfast; then he directed the chauffeur to make a dash up to the Grand Central Station, where he hoped to find some one who had seen Lawrence leave the train and had noted the direction in which he went. What had Lawrence done from the time he left the depot until Pat Maguire saw him standing in front of St. John’s Church looking into the churchyard? Would the detective be able to follow his footsteps? Many would have looked upon such a task as Carter had set out to perform as hopeless. The railroad detective who was stationed at the depot was unable to furnish Nick with any information. Carter made inquiries of the porters and others, but none of them remembered seeing any man who answered to Lawrence’s description. Finally, he left the depot and went outside to the cab stand. Here he commenced to question the drivers. At last he found a man who, in reply to his question, said: “I drove the old chap downtown in my cab.” “Do you think you would be able to identify him if you should see him again?” Carter asked. “I do,” the cabman answered. “Will you come with me?” “What for?” “I want you to take a look at a man and see if he is the same person whom you drove downtown.” “I can’t leave my cab.” “Drive me down to the Cosmopolitan Hotel.” “I’ll do that.” Nick sent Danny home, got into the cab, and was driven away. He had his reasons for not telling the cabman anything about the case. Before he questioned him further he wanted to see if the murdered man was the same person whom the man had had for a fare the previous day. The cab stopped in front of the Cosmopolitan Hotel and the detective alighted. He and the driver crossed the street and entered the Red Dragon Inn. To the chamber of death the detective conducted his surprised companion. When they entered the room Carter pointed to the corpse and asked: “Is that the man?” “Dead!” the cabman ejaculated, as he started back, after having glanced at the face of the murdered man. “Yes, sir, it is the man, all right. He has been murdered!” “Yes.” “Did you fetch me down here to place me under arrest?” “No.” “I know nothing about this.” “Come with me.” “I’ll go with you, but I swear----” “There, there, my man, don’t get excited. You will not be arrested--rest easy on that score.” “But----” “Wait until we get outside, and then I will tell you what I want you to do.”