“This afternoon at three.”
“At Chartrands?”
“No, in Union Station.”
“It’s a long way to go,” Marston observed.
“So I intimated, but without avail.”
“Is he afraid?”
“No, only inexperienced in deception and over cautious. Moreover, it is a serious business.”
“Particularly since Harleston is on the trail?” Marston added.
Mrs. Spencer nodded again. “We’ll pray that he does not uncover the matter until we are up and away.”
“If we pray, it should be effective!” Marston laughed.