"He followed me all the time I was shopping.

I--I believe he is the same one who jostled me in the crowd last night." Keith leaned past her to get a better view, but the fellow turned, and slouched away.
"I only had a glimpse, but have no recollection of ever seeing him before.

You heard no name ?" "'Wild Bill' called him either Scott, or Scotty--if this is the same man." Keith's jaw set, the fighting light burning in his eyes.

That was the name of the fellow rooming with Willoughby, the one who seemed to be Hawley's special assistant.

Was he here as a spy?
His hands clinched on the rail.