“Now. I can’t wait here passive. Anything might happen. That girl might be prevented coming here, might go right through, might be turned aside. I’m not going to run any more risks. I’m going to Neuburg. Can we catch a train?”
“With a car, easy. There’s one due.”
“Get that car.”
“But to rush right in like this. Is it wise—safe?”
“I don’t care. We’ve been passive too long, anyhow. Come along. Find that car. It’s our turn to attack.”
CHAPTER VII
I
The rush to the train was a frantic episode, undertaken with the eye on the second hand of the watch. As they flashed down through the spruce woods and over the delightful bridge of the shining Bow, the detective, Xavier Gatineau, was scribbling a wire on a pad resting on his swaying knee.