"Many people getting off there?"
"No, sah. None off this car. All going through to New York, sah."
Harry went to the diner and enjoyed the meal which he had so long delayed. The train was pulling into Harrisburg when he came back to his car.
In the passageway he encountered a man who had a small valise. He recognized him instantly as the passenger of the drawing-room.
The stranger moved aside and turned his head away as he allowed him to pass. The train was slowing as Harry reached his seat. Without hesitation the young man picked up his suitcase and hurried through to the car ahead — directly opposite the exit by which the stranger was leaving.
CHAPTER V. MEN IN THE DARK
The man who had occupied the drawing-room on the Eastern Limited entered a telephone booth in the Harrisburg station. There was an empty booth behind him. Harry Vincent went into it, and pretended to be calling a number.
The partitions in telephone booths are by no means sound-proof. Harry knew this and smiled when he heard the number which the stranger called. There was something about the man's voice that seemed familiar now.
The number had been obtained. Vincent heard words that gave him the final clue to the stranger's identity.
"Hello, Wally," said the man. "This is Steve."