“Yes, sir.”
“Let me see, what sleeper did that other gentleman take?”
“Number 2, sir—berths 7 and 8.”
“Then give me 9 and 10 or 5 and 6,” went on Caven.
“9 and 10—here you are, sir,” said the clerk, and made out the berth checks. Without delay Caven hurried away, followed by Malone.
“We'll be in the sleeping compartment right next to that used by Vane and the boy,” chuckled Gaff Caven. “Pat, it ought to be dead easy.”
“Have you the chloroform?”
“Yes, twice as much as we'll need.”
“When can we leave the train?”
“At three o'clock, at a town called Snapwood. We can get another train two hours later,—on the northern route.”