CHAPTER VIII.
BAFFLED AGAIN AND AGAIN.
The engine of the clouds reached Marseilles five hours ahead of the train on which Martin Murdock was riding.
Frank knew what time the cars were due.
In Cherbourg he had met a Custom House inspector who saw the man land from the steamer, and purchase his railroad ticket for the south of France.
The Pegasus was landed late in the afternoon, and the young inventor went to the railroad depot.
When the train came in he saw Murdock alight.
Coming up behind the man and clapping a hand on his shoulder, Frank exclaimed:
“Martin Murdock, you are my prisoner!”
“Blast it, the inventor!” gasped the man, in startled tones.
He turned around, glared at Frank a moment and then clapped his hand to his hip-pocket to draw a revolver.