"She just moved in yesterday morning," replied the servant, closing the door with a slam.
"Take me back in time for the next train," said Aronson to the driver.
"Too late for the next train," came the drawling answer. "Next train is at 9:15 and it's most 9 now."
"When is the last train?" asked Aronson, figuring on a midnight visit to Woodlawn.
"That's the last train to-night."
Here was a wild-goose chase indeed, but Aronson had a keen suspicion that it was the goose who was the chaser.
"What is the first train in the morning?"
"At 6:15 a. m.," answered the rustic, who usually knows his local time-table better than his prayers.
"Can I lodge here for the night?"
"Dunno. Sam Cook might put you up. He used to keep an inn. Maybe he can find a spare bed for you under the roof somewheres."