“One of the men wore a badge. You saw it, didn’t you?” broke from the expectant Tod.
“Sure, I saw it,” returned the cabby, wagging a forefinger in the air. “And he—and he was the fellow what took the—the Fall River train.”
“The man with the badge took the Fall River train?”
“Sure.”
“Then the other man went to Boston?”
“Sure.”
This final announcement sent Tod’s heart galloping. His wide, blue eyes, once so clouded, brightened like an April sky after a shower. “Thanks! Have a couple more on me!” he said, tossed a bill on the bar, and darted out through the swinging doors into the lobby.
In another minute he had paid his bill at the desk and was hurrying down the street toward the railroad station. The clerk had informed him that a train left for Boston in five minutes.
“Everything isn’t lost, after all,” he told himself exultantly. “What a fool I was to be discouraged so soon! Klein’s in Boston, and I’ll get him before the week is out!”
And so enthusiastic did he become over the glowing prospects ahead of him, that he completely forgot that he had neither bathed nor shaved nor had his breakfast.