Jim grinned. “I don’t know why such a sleepy-looking place has a station,” he observed. “If the engineer happened to be looking the other way he wouldn’t even notice the town.”
They veered off the paper trail and approached the tiny station which was bathed in the late afternoon sun’s glow. Don narrowed his eyes and read the sign over the structure.
“Spotville Point,” he read. “Well, it isn’t much more than a point, at that.”
“Spotville Point,” mused Jim. “Where have I heard that name before? Oh, I know!”
“And so do I!” exclaimed Don. “This is the town where Colonel Morrell got off the train and was never heard of again!”
Forgetting the paper chase in their interest the two brothers walked up to the little board shack and examined it with interest. It was a one-story affair with a small platform, a single waiting room and a tiny office. Through the screen the boys could look across the tracks and see the station agent inside, bending over a book.
“Don,” said Jim, “the Colonel got off at this spot, and he had a good reason to do so. Maybe we can unearth some clue.”
“Maybe,” shrugged Don. “But I imagine that the detectives have been over every foot of the way. However, I’m willing to make a try at it. What do you suggest?”
“How would it be to talk to the station agent?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps he’s tired of talking about it already, but we’ll attempt it. Nothing like trying.”