Thus dismissed, the girls could do nothing but thank the editor and leave the newspaper building. Dubiously they looked up and down the street. The fine new car they had noticed a little while earlier no longer was parked at the curb. Nor was there any sign of the man who had just left the newspaper office.
“All we can do is inquire for him,” said Penny.
At a grocery store farther down the street they paused to ask if Mr. Burmaster had been seen. The store keeper finished grinding a pound of coffee for a customer and then answered Penny’s question.
“Mr. Burmaster?” he repeated. “Why, yes, he was in town, but he pulled out about five minutes ago.”
“Then we’ve just missed him!” Penny exclaimed.
“Burmaster’s on his way to Sleepy Hollow by this time,” the store keeper agreed. “You might catch him there.”
“But how can we get to Sleepy Hollow?”
“Well, there’s a train. Only runs once a day though. And it went through about half an hour ago.”
“That was the train we came in on. Isn’t there a car one can hire?”
“Don’t know of any. Clem Williams has some good horses though. He keeps the livery stable down the street.”