Chadwick was going to a meeting. Harry, armed, was following him. The meeting was to be at midnight. It must be some distance away.
Harry's surmise was justified when Chadwick headed along the boulevard toward New York; then turned off to the right.
This gave his plan away. Chadwick was evidently aiming for the Palmyra bridge, a long span that connected Pennsylvania with New Jersey.
They reached the bridge, and after following Chadwick to the other side, Harry allowed the man to increase the space that separated the two cars. There was a straight road ahead; it would not do to be too close.
Far out in the country, Chadwick speeded his machine and drew out of sight around a long bend. When Harry reached the straight stretch that followed the curve, he could see no sign of his quarry. But his headlights showed a crossroads. There had been a heavy rain, and a smeared tire track indicated that a car had turned to the left.
Harry swung in that direction. He was piqued at his failure to follow effectively; but now he had a hunch that he believed must be correct.
They had been traveling for nearly an hour. Chadwick had shown only a few bursts of speed. The destination must be close, otherwise the man would have traveled more rapidly.
Harry knew this road, now that he was upon it. Three miles ahead was located a roadhouse called the Green Mill — a spot where beer runners sometimes gathered. Harry was convinced that the lonely roadhouse was Denby Chadwick's destination.
At ten minutes of twelve, Harry neared the Green Mill. He piloted his coupe up a side road; then ran it into an unfenced field beneath a clump of trees. The tires wallowed in mud, but the car slid through to a dry spot.
There was no time to waste. Harry could see the lights of the roadhouse. He opened the back of his coupe. He lifted an inner lid to disclose a complete and compact wireless sending set.