Publisher's Synopsis
"You'll find your man in the lobby of the Eagle Hotel or in the neighborhood of the hotel on Main Street," said Dick Prescott. "You can hardly miss him." "But how will I know Mr. Hibbert, when I see him?" pursued the stranger. "I don't know that his name is Hibbert," Dick answered. "However, he is the only young man who has just reached town fresh from Europe. His trunks are pasted all over with labels." "You'll know the young man, sir," Tom Reade broke in, with a quiet smile. "He always wears a spite-fence collar. You could bill a minstrel show on that collar." "A collar is but a slight means of identification, in a city full of people," remarked the stranger good-humoredly. "Well, then, sir, your man also wears a four-quart silk hat, and a long black coat that makes you think of a neat umbrella covering," Tom went on. "And lavender trousers," supplemented Greg Holmes. "Always wears these things, you say?" questioned the stranger. "He has, so far," Dick nodded. "Mr. Hibbert has been in town only since late yesterday afternoon, and it's only four in the afternoon to-day." "I shall be able to find my man all right," smiled the stranger. "You've informed me that he is stopping at the Eagle Hotel.
