And then out of the dark ahead a cluster of lights winked briefly, the
shriek of the Limited's whistle echoed up and down the wide reaches of
the North Thompson, and the coaches came to a stop. Hazel took one
look to make sure. Then she got softly into the aisle, took up her
suit case, and left the car. At the steps she turned to give the car
porter a message.
"Tell Mrs. Marsh--the lady in lower five," she said, with a dollar to
quicken his faculties, "that Miss Weir had to go back. Say that I will
write soon and explain."
She stood back in the shadow of the station for a few seconds. The
Limited's stop was brief. When the red lights went drumming down the
track, she took up her suit case and walked uptown to the hotel where
she had tarried overnight once before.
The clerk showed her to a room. She threw her suit case on the bed and
turned the key in the lock. Then she went over, and, throwing up the
window to its greatest height, sat down and looked steadily toward the
north, smiling to herself.
"I can find him," she suddenly said aloud. "Of course I can find him!"
And with that she blew a kiss from her finger-tips out toward the dark
and silent North, pulled down the shade, and went quietly to bed.
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