I put a man on the job before I left of collecting the Jameses who've died since the fire.

Here they are." He took a list from his pocket and read: "James Hogg, bookkeeper--races, of course.

James Fowler, saloon-keeper.
James Despard, called 'Frenchy,' a clever crook who lived on blackmail--said to have a gift for getting hold of secrets of men and women in high society and squeezing them good and plenty--" He paused.

"Of course, that might be the man.

There are points.