The last man to leave the ship drew Tim’s attention. There was something vaguely familiar in the carriage of the head and the set of the jaw.
The stewardess came by and Tim hailed her. “Who’s the tall, well-built fellow in the gray suit?” he asked.
The girl scanned the passenger list.
“Sorry, I can’t tell you. He isn’t listed.”
“What do you mean by that? Is he traveling on a pass?”
“Hardly. I collected his fare in Chicago and he’s getting off here.”
“Then you must know his name.”
“He didn’t give me his name and instructions from the general manager were to do as he directed so I’ve listed him on my seat chart as ‘Mr. Seven.’ That’s the chair he occupied on the trip out.”
Tim thanked the stewardess and hurried into Carl Hunter’s office.
“Who’s the mysterious man who came in on the Day Express?”