The depot was soon reached, and, leaving Cora standing on the platform, the young electrician entered the waiting room to purchase a ticket.
As he entered one door he saw a man hasten out by the other. He caught only a glimpse of the man, but that was enough.
"Andy Gresson!" he exclaimed. "And I thought he had gone to New York or further!"
As soon as he could recover from his astonishment, Franklin resolved to go after the man. He was firmly convinced that Gresson had stolen the two rings, and that if he could clear his own name he must recover the missing property and bring the criminal to justice.
"He left because he saw me," reasoned Franklin to himself. "That proves that he is trying to keep out of the way. But it won't do him any good if I can lay hands on him I'll hand him over to the authorities, even if I have to stay in Newark all day to do it."
Andy Gresson had passed out of the rear door of the station and was now running towards a lumber yard which was close at hand. Without turning back to explain to Cora, Franklin shot out of the same door and made after the fugitive.
There was a siding to cross, upon which stood several freight cars. Behind these cars ran Gresson, with Franklin scarcely a hundred feet behind him.
