"Well," said Mr. Wattles, with a wink at Al, "we are much obliged for your information. Good-night."
And he took the boy's arm and walked him rather unceremoniously out of the place.
"I wanted to ask a few more questions," said Al, when they were outside.
"It wouldn't have done any good, my boy. The man told us all he knew about the case."
"I'm not so sure about that," demurred Al. "It seems rather queer to me that the driver should say nothing at all about such a peculiar case when he got back to the stable. According to the report of the stage hand he must have been posted about Farley's intention. He was really a party to the crime."
"Exactly; and that, of course, is just the reason he said nothing when he got back. But we can find out all that later on. Now, in my opinion, they—Farley, Hollingsworth and their victim—did really take a train. The question now is, what train?"
"Perhaps we can learn that at the railway station."
"Just what I was going to say. We will go to the station now and find out what trains leave at about the time that our friends would have been likely to reach the place."
"Rockton is not a very big place; there are not many trains a day."
"No; we shan't have any trouble in getting the information we want."