Anderson said, in
cross-examination, that the stranger had told him he "was leavin' at
once fer New York and then going to Europe." His mother had died
recently.
"I'll try to head him off at Boggs City," said Bonner; and half an hour
later he was off at full speed in the big machine for the county seat, a
roundabout way to Bonner Place. The New York train had gone, but no one
had seen a man answering the description of Anderson's interviewer.
"I'm sorry, Rosalie," said Bonner some time later. He was taking her for
a spin in the automobile. "It was a forlorn hope, and it is also quite
probable that Mr. Crow's impressions are wrong. The man may have
absolutely no connection with the matter. I'll admit it looks
interesting, his manner and his questions, and there is a chance that he
knows the true story. In any event, he did not go to New York to-day and
he can't get another train until to-morrow. I'll pick up Mr. Crow in the
morning and we'll run up here to have a look at him if he appears."
"I think it is a wild goose chase, Wicker," Rosalie said despairingly.
"Daddy Crow has done such things before."
"But this seems different. The man's actions were curious. He must have
had some reason for being interested in you. I am absolutely wild with
eagerness to solve this mystery, Rosalie. It means life to me."
"Oh, if you only could do it," she cried so fervently, that his heart
leaped with pity for her.
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