There he learned that a freight had been wrecked on its way from New Haven, and that the track would not be open for some time.
Then he fully understood Inza’s message. It would be impossible for him to get through to New Haven by rail, because of this wreck; and she would be at the place where the wreck occurred, with the automobile, ready to take him on into New Haven at the highest speed of the auto, as soon as he reached her.
“Brave and quick-witted as ever!” was his thought. “I wonder what she has learned of Dion Santenel now? I thought the rascal would abandon his attempts and be afraid to return to New Haven. But I will get there, and I will thwart him in his scheme, whatever it is.”
Frank might not have been so confident if he had known just what Santenel was doing, and how he was succeeding.
“When will there be a train through to New Haven?” he asked of the agent.
“All trains abandoned,” was the answer.
“What about a wrecking-train?”
“It won’t take passengers, and it will go no farther than the wreck.”
Frank did not ask anything more, except the distance the wreck had occurred from New Haven. He heard two men talking, and from their conversation learned that the wrecking-train would be along in ten or fifteen minutes, from some city down the road, and that the chances were it would go through New London without making a stop.
Frank’s mind was at once made up. He would try to get on that wrecking-train, even if he had to make a flying leap for it at great risk from the New London platform. Then he sent a message to Inza.