“Yes.”
“You don’t know what road it belonged to?”
“No. They recovered the other two cars. I never heard what became of the foreign car. I guess it was all smashed up.”
“Gondola?”
“No, box car.”
Ralph was more and more interested.
“When did this occur, Mr. Greenleaf?” he asked.
“Five years ago.”
“Is it possible,” said Ralph to himself, “that I have at last found a clew to the missing car Zeph Dallas and that car finder are so anxious to locate?”