“Yes, it’s John,” Miss Swenster murmured.
They touched him on the shoulder just as he was boarding the train. He wheeled and the color drained from his face as he beheld Miss Swenster.
“John—” her voice quavered, then took on a sterner tone. “You must come with me.”
He laughed unpleasantly.
“Sorry, but I’m taking this train.” He tried to board it but Cara deliberately blocked his way.
“You can’t go until you explain a number of things,” Miss Swenster said quietly. “And you must give me the pearls!”
“Well, of all the idiotic things! Say, are you trying to create a scene?”
With increasing uneasiness, he surveyed a little group of persons who had gathered on the platform to see what the argument was about. Passengers had thrust their heads curiously from the train windows.
“All aboard!” the conductor called.
“Get out of my way!” John Swenster said harshly, thrusting Cara aside.