No. 2. Herbert Wilks. Age 26; 5 ft. 8 or 9; about 165 lbs.; blue eyes; brown hair; complexion, fresh; clean shaved; nationality, Canadian; dressed in a dark-blue serge suit; gray Fedora hat, with black band round it; brown boots. This man is a former employee of the Trust Co., and was discharged by them two days previous to the date on which these crimes were committed. As far as is known, he has no record and has never been in trouble before. Has the reputation of being quite a sport. Possesses a jaunty air, drinks heavily, is a cigarette fiend, carries a cane, and is said to be fond of women. Comes from Hamilton, Ont., and is believed to have relatives there. Lipinski states that Wilks must have the bulk of the money (approximately $2,000.00) that was stolen, as he had quit them earlier, leaving the safe open, in which they only found $150.00. That they were in the act of splitting this when they were surprised by the watchman. That they separated and ran different ways immediately after the murder, being fired at by the patrolman on the beat, who had heard the shot. Has not seen either of them since, and has no idea which way they went. Had often seen Shapiro in company with a woman, whom he did not know. The greater part of the money stolen is in the shape of Bank of Commerce bills of large denominations, which they may have difficulty in changing.
Members of Line, or other detachments are notified to keep a sharp look-out for these men, who may have come East.
(_Signed_) _R. B. Bargrave_, _Supt._ _Officer Commanding L. Divn._
For some few seconds the Sergeant sat perfectly motionless, failing at first to grasp the full significance of what he had just read, the typed characters of the circular appearing but a mere indistinct blur to his abstracted eyes. Then, slowly but surely, the conviction grew in his mind that here--_here_ in his hand, he held, undoubtedly, the very key to the mystery that Musgrave had confided to him that night.
"Well, I'll be ----!" he ejaculated softly to himself. He looked again at the date of the crime. "Ten days ago. Holy Doodle! they must have been a bloomin' long time makin' up their minds to wire East, or I'd have got this long ago. S'pose they figured they had 'em corralled all hunkadory in the town somewhere ... couldn't get away ... or, when they nailed this Lipinski man in Seattle, that they'd all beat it the same road. Ten days ... an' this chap--Walters, as he calls himself--has been here for a little over a week. That fits in O. K."
