"That's enough. Thank you," cried Farnum, as he hurried away.
"One moment," interrupted Jack. "How was Dudley dressed?"
"He had on the white duck uniform of a steward, and cap to match," replied the marine.
"Thank you," nodded Jack, then turned and ran after Farnum and Pollard.
The railway station was not far away. Over there the trio hastened. No train had left for half an hour, as they quickly learned, but one was due to leave in about fifteen minutes.
The operator assured the questioners that no one in a naval steward's dress had attempted to send a telegram.
"That was only a ruse, then," said Farnum. "The fellow went through here, and by here."
Jack hastily devoted himself to questioning other employes about the station.
"Why, yes, I saw a man who looked like that," replied the baggage-master.
"What did he do! What became of him?" asked Jack, swiftly.