In less than five minutes he was joined by two men, or at least they came on the platform; but seemingly took care to prevent him from seeing their faces.
He could hear them talking in low, earnest tones; but was so engrossed by his own thoughts that he made no attempt to distinguish the words.
Finally the station agent, who was also the telegraph operator, arrived, and as he unlocked the door Jet asked eagerly, and sufficiently loud for the strangers to hear:
"Can I send a message to Albany?"
"Not now. Come to-morrow morning after eight o'clock."
"But this is very important and must go as soon as possible."
"I'll attend to you in the morning."
"It will be too late then," Jet cried, excitedly. "The chief of police must have the news at once!"
The operator looked at Jet scrutinizingly, and the two men stepped a few paces nearer.
"What's the matter?" the official asked.