"That's good." The millionaire's face took on an almost solemn expression. "Yet it must have been rather lonely for you. So I'll send a few of the other guests back with you to-night. It will be more interesting than to sit all alone — alone with darkness — and shadows."
CHAPTER XIX. A CHANCE ENCOUNTER
It was Monday morning.
Two men were eating a late breakfast in the only restaurant of a small town in Pennsylvania. They were alone in a corner. Across the street they could see the railroad station.
The man nearest the window began to speak.
"Well, Harry," he said, "this looks like our last bet. The thriving town of Culbertville, Pennsylvania. Unless we find something here, the whole plan is wrong."
"Maybe we slipped up in one of the other towns, Bruce."
"Well, we made enough inquiries. Of course, time has been short. We can finish here to-day, then try the other places again to-morrow. But there are other places that we haven't visited at all."
"Those were eliminated in the final instructions we received from Fellows."
"You mean in that telegram that was waiting for us in Harrisburg?"