Bart Bailey was gulping down a glass of whisky, after which he left the saloon by a side door, then made for the nearest elevated station.
Chick followed him, mounting the stairway on the opposite corner from that taken by his quarry.
When the train arrived at Thirty-fourth Street, Bailey left the train, trailed by Chick. The young rogue ran down the stairs and jumped aboard a crosstown car. Chick had followed his quarry, and both dismounted at the Pennsylvania Station, where Bailey got a suit case from the parcel room, and then hastened to board an outbound train, entering the smoking car and taking one of the front seats.
Chick followed him and took one in the middle of the car.
“He must have a return ticket to some point, not having bought one,” he said to himself. “This may confirm another of Nick’s suspicions, that the stolen merchandise is being shipped to another city, and that Bailey still is in league with the gang in some capacity. I’ll soon find out where he’s going, since it’s up to me to go with him.”
Chick conferred quietly with the conductor half an hour later, when the fast express was speeding south, confiding his identity and stating what he wanted to[{18}] learn. Later, when the conductor came through the train to punch the tickets, he paused briefly and whispered to the detective:
“He has a return ticket to Philadelphia. The date shows that it was purchased day before yesterday.”
Chick thanked him and now paid his fare.
“It’s Philadelphia for mine, also,” he remarked, smiling significantly. “I was all at sea as to where I was going. I’m glad to find out.”
The conductor laughed quietly, and moved on through the train.