“And who wrote that note?”
“I don't know. I never saw Spencer's writing, and McGlory's only once or twice. It's written rough, but it looks familiar, somehow.”
“McGlory's work then, likely?”
“Maybe.”
“But what object would Spencer have in staying behind? Where could he go?”
“He could get out of Michigan and down to Mexico without one chance in a hundred of being caught—not unless you had men on every train in the United States.”
“You mean he would make for a railway?”
“Yes.”
“But he would have to go to Alpena to do it.”
“Not a bit. He needn't go anywhere near the coast. There's a town called Hewittson, on the Central Road, about fifty miles back in the woods, southwest of here. It's the terminal of a branch line, and it's the nearest point.”