She glanced at her wrist watch. It was exactly nine-thirty and she knew that an express train left for New York at nine-forty.
“Oh, we’ll never make it!” she breathed.
Miss Swenster’s lips drew down into a tighter line. Her fingers nervously tapped the car window.
They had three minutes to spare as the cab pulled up to the station. Tumbling out, they started off at a run, unaware of the curious stares directed at them.
Entering the waiting room, they swiftly surveyed it. John Swenster was no where to be seen.
“He’s probably on the train by this time!” Cara cried. “And it pulls out in two minutes.”
Miss Swenster and Madge dragged her toward the gate. “Tickets!” the gateman said sternly. “You can’t go in without—”
The three brushed past him so quickly that he was taken completely by surprise, and could only stare after their retreating backs.
They ran down the platform.
“Look!” Madge cried, pointing to a man ahead. “Isn’t that he?”