"Well, it won't take long to find out. The thing to do is to go ourselves without saying a word to any one."
Saxton looked at his watch.
"It's half past nine. The Rocky Mountain limited leaves at ten o'clock, and stops at Great River at three in the morning. Poindexter's is about an hour from the station."
"Let's make a still hunt of it," said Warry. "The detectives are busy on what may be real clues and this is only a guess."
They rose.
"I can't imagine that fellow Snyder doing anything so dashing as carrying off a millionaire's son. He didn't look to me as if he had the nerve."
"It's only a chance, but it's worth trying."
In the lower hall they met Wheaton who was pacing up and down.
"Is there any news?" he asked, with a show of eagerness.