And then ten minutes later a third, more bewildering:—
“Presume some mistake as to proposed running of special. Local train from St. Helens timed to follow it has just arrived and has seen nothing of it. Kindly wire advices.—Manchester.”
The matter was assuming a most amazing aspect, although in some respects the last telegram was a relief to the authorities at Liverpool. If an accident had occurred to the special, it seemed hardly possible that the local train could have passed down the same line without observing it. And yet, what was the alternative? Where could the train be? Had it possibly been side-tracked for some reason in order to allow the slower train to go past? Such an explanation was possible if some small repair had to be effected. A telegram was dispatched to each of the stations between St. Helens and Manchester, and the superintendent and traffic manager waited in the utmost suspense at the instrument for the series of replies which would enable them to say for certain what had become of the missing train. The answers came back in the order of questions, which was the order of the stations beginning at the St. Helens end:—
“Special passed here five o’clock.—Collins Green.”
“Special passed here six past five.—Earlestown.”
“Special passed here 5.10.—Newton.”
“Special passed here 5.20.—Kenyon Junction.”
“No special train has passed here.—Barton Moss.”
The two officials stared at each other in amazement.
“This is unique in my thirty years of experience,” said Mr. Bland.