"Leaves here at eleven thirty, after the last train comes in from Harrisburg. We wait if the train's late. It's usually on time."
"Do you get many passengers that late?" asked Bruce casually.
"Quite a few that go through to the end of the route. Not many that get off before that."
"Mostly regular passengers, I suppose," said Harry.
"Generally. I know most of them on that last trip. Guess I haven't had a stranger for a week — not since the time I left the fellow off at the Ridge Road. Funny thing; I hadn't made that stop in months. Now it seems like some new rider gets off there every week, regular."
Duncan glanced significantly at Vincent. The Ridge Road was the one on which they had encountered the ape-man.
"Looks like we have everything," Bruce told Harry as they walked across the street. "The old cabin must be the meeting place. The letters that were received must have given the directions to go there."
"The time of the meeting is evidently midnight," replied Harry. "With the bus leaving at eleven thirty, any one could arrive at the cabin before twelve."
"How about your report?"
Harry smiled at the question.