“It looks like it,” agreed Old King Brady. “But I am not wholly sure. They have disappointed us several times.”
“That is true,” agreed Harry. “Yet I believe we will fool them this time.”
The Bradys made themselves comfortable in the sleeping car.
Just as they were about to retire, a short man with bushy whiskers and a tweed suit came into the car.
He occupied the section next to the detectives.
He claimed their attention at once, but neither remembered having seen him before.
He ignored them, however, and at once tumbled into his bunk. His snore could soon be heard above the rumble of the train.
In due season the Bradys also retired.
They slept soundly until at about six o’clock the train rolled into Boston.
The detectives had decided to stay in Boston during the day and take the night train back to New York.