A man was coming toward the crossroads, swinging a lantern. Stuart was impatient as he awaited the man's arrival. The stranger appeared to be a farm hand.
"Hello," greeted Stuart. "I've lost my way coming down from the lodge. Can you tell me how to get to the Greenhurst Inn?"
"Greenhurst?" The man spoke the name with a puzzled drawl. "There ain't no place round here by that name, I don't reckon — "
"I started from Mr. Mayo's lodge just — "
"Sure. I know where that is. Did you come in that airship of his?"
"Yes," said Stuart patiently, "I came in the plane. I started out to the hotel — the Greenhurst Inn — at Greenhurst — "
"I never heard of Greenhurst," objected the man. "There ain't no place named Greenhurst in this part of Virginia — "
"Virginia!" exclaimed Stuart. "Is this Virginia?"
It was the other man's turn to be astonished. He looked at Stuart as one would look at a crazy man. Slowly, the explanation dawned on Stuart. It was so incredible that at first he could not believe it!
Sherwood Mayo had decoyed him here. For some reason, he had suspected his new-found friend. The shrewd millionaire had two lodges that were identical — even to the furnishings — even to the Filipino valet!