“That’s it.”
“Well, then——”
“You needn’t say any more, Nick. I see now. I’ve spotted every man who had been in sight since we stepped off the train.”
“About a dozen of them, eh?”
“Fully that.”
All through this talk each had been carefully looking around the station, though no one there could have suspected that they were paying attention to anything but themselves.
In fact, Nick had been taking in the situation from the moment he met Kerr and Folsom.
“Let’s go into the waiting-room,” he said, as he put away his time-table, “and buy a cigar and a newspaper.”
As they crossed the large room they watched very carefully to see if any man was observing their movements.
The crime had happened too late in the afternoon for the regular editions of the evening papers, but extras were now out, and a big pile of them had just been brought to the newsstand.