“Not very many; why?”
“Remember sellin’ two one-way tickets to San Francisco lately?”
“Yesterday. A gambler from the Oasis, the one with the bum arm. Said he was goin’ out on the eleven-thirty.”
“Was you on duty when that train pulled out?”
“Sure. But I didn’t see who got on. Didn’t pay any attention.”
“What time did he buy the tickets?”
“In the mornin’.”
“Do you happen to know the name of the conductor on that train?”
“Sure—Tony Lawton. Train 63.”
“Gimme a telegraph blank, and you can send this where it’ll catch him as quick as yuh can.”