“Readestown! All out! Last stop!” called the conductor.
Murdock and the boy were the only ones in that car, and they arose, alighted and strode away.
Tom Reynard pursued them.
The place was a noted little city in which dwelt a celebrated young inventor named Frank Reade, Jr.
Skirting the suburbs of the city, Murdock led his victim toward a magnificent big mansion in which dwelt the inventor alluded to.
In the extensive grounds surrounding the house were a number of immense workshops, in which the inventor constructed his marvelous contrivances.
“There’s where the lawyer lives,” Murdock said to the boy, as he pointed at the mansion, although he had never been in Readestown before.
This information allayed any suspicions the poor boy might have had, and as the surroundings were isolated, the place seemed to favor the murderous design the man had in view.
They strode toward the mansion and paused at the gate.
“You wait here for me,” said Murdock. “I’ll go in and see if the lawyer is home. I’ll call you in if I find him.”