“I did not. I can’t find a man of the name.”
“Did this man John arrive?”
“If he did he’s a ghost. I watched the train for a look at who it might be was coming to Horseshoe for good fishing, and not a stranger got off.”
“What time did his train get in?”
“Eleven-thirty.”
Dr. Stone’s voice snapped into the transmitter. “Is that the train that leaves New York at 8:11?”
“The same,” said Ike; “No. 5 on the train-sheet, and the money that was stolen in the baggage car.”
The receiver went back upon the hook. The blind man was on his feet.
“What time is it, Joe?”
“Half-past two.”