Just then a short, nervous little man was ushered into the office. He introduced himself as the passenger who had gone into the steamboat office at the time of the attempted holdup, and he presented himself in answer to a call from the chief.

In reply to questions, the newcomer, who gave the prosaic name of Henry J. Brown and said he was from New York, told of entering the office and seeing a man run away from the wicket with a revolver in his hand.

“What color was his hair? Did you notice?” asked Frank eagerly.

“I can’t say I did,” answered the little man. “It all happened so quickly I didn’t realize that it was a holdup until the man was out the door. Then I saw him jump into the roadster and drive away. But⁠—wait a minute. I did notice the color of his hair. Just as the car was disappearing down the street. You couldn’t help notice. He was redheaded. He had long red hair.”