“Yes, about six miles. Harris will know if your man got off there, because there wouldn’t be more than two or three for a small station like that. If he didn’t he’d have to buy to some place further along and Harris would remember making out his check.”
“I see. What did you say to that agent?”
“I said, ‘Harris, Conductor Number 14. Did slick guy about twenty-two old leave train at Upper Newton? If not, what’s his destination? Important. Reply from Mittenton. Chase, Agent, Amesville.’”
“Thanks,” said Joe. “Then we’d ought to get an answer about twenty minutes past seven. What time does that train go? Seven-thirty?”
“Thirty-six. Mittenton will shoot that right back. So you’ll have plenty of time to get Number 49 if you want it.”
“Fostoria is the first big town, isn’t it?”
“Yep. He might be stopping off there. Anyway, he asked for Fostoria first. That might be his home. I guess, though, he wouldn’t be fool enough to go home. He’d know folks would look for him there right away.”
“How much is the fare to Fostoria, please?”
“One-twenty-four.”
“And how much is it to that other place where you said he might change?”