“Well,” said Frank, rising, “I think I’ll go take a look at her. Is she alone?”
“Yes.”
“That’s good. And she cannot escape from the train till it stops, if it should happen to be the right woman, which I hope it is.”
Bart wished to accompany Frank to point the woman out, but Merry objected.
“No,” he said, “let me go alone.”
“I can show her to you.”
“If the woman I am looking for is in the car I’ll find her.”
Merry passed slowly through the train, scanning each passenger as he went along. He entered the last car. In a few moments he would know if the mysterious veiled woman really were on that train. If he found her, he would be certain the strange encounter on the street had a meaning that had not appeared on the surface.
The train was flying along swiftly, taking curves without seeming to slacken speed in the least. Frank’s progress through the car was rather slow, as the swaying motion made it difficult for him to get along.
But when he had reached the rear of the car he was filled with disappointment.