“I also found out——” he began.
“You found out the next train to Orillia?” said Clement loudly.
Gatineau named the time of the train, trying not to feel that this young man was a fool. The young man exploded.
“Absurd! We can’t wait all that time. We must find a quicker way of getting there.”
“There isn’t a quicker way,” said the detective tartly.
“We’ve got to find one. We must take another of those motor trolleys.”
“No good. There isn’t one.”
“But, my dear man, we can’t wait hours,” shouted Clement, showing his anxiety with his waving hands. “Do you realize what may happen in those hours?” He began to stamp up the platform in his agitation.
“It can’t be helped,” snapped Gatineau, forced to follow him. “We’ve just got to wait.”