"Yes, and to follow in their track to the same place."
Tom clung to the arm of his chair for support; they looked at each other in silence for some minutes.
"Since Doctor Corman took Elaine under the shelter of his wing, there is only one place where this conundrum can be solved, and that place is a certain private 'Home' or asylum on the outskirts of Seattle."
"But what about the other ... the murderer?"
"Something tells me that the police will never capture him here, but that he himself and the two dolls will be found at the journey's end."
Wallion spoke with a sort of wistful longing. Tom could not refrain from looking at him earnestly; he began to think he had but half-known his friend so far. A craving for action took possession of him also; and when at last he grasped the portent of Wallion's look the "Problem-Solver" had come to a decision.
"At the end of the journey?" repeated Tom, in a voice which shook with excitement ... "Are you going?"
"I promised Christian Dreyel I would do my best," replied Wallion.
The two men exchanged glances which furnished a sufficient answer to the perplexed thoughts of many clays. Great resolutions are not necessarily preceded by much talking.
"I shall go with you," said Tom.