He felt that he was not mistaken. The fugitive cab was turning a corner at that moment. They were after it closely.
Frank wondered where the woman could have been hidden on the train so that she had escaped observation. He decided that she must have been in one of the toilet rooms.
But what about the veiled man who was disguised as a woman? That man had known Frank—had spoken his name.
It was a double mystery.
The pursuit of the cab continued some distance. At last the cab in advance drew up in front of a hotel, and a man got out!
Merriwell had leaped to the ground, and cabby was down quite as swiftly, saying:
“There, sir, I followed ’em. Ten plunks, please.”
The door of the other cab had been closed, and the man was paying the driver. He wore no overcoat, and carried no baggage.
“Fooled!” exclaimed Frank, in disappointment. “You have followed the wrong cab, driver!”
“I followed the one you told me to follow,” declared the driver.