the lips of the lonely delver in the debris at the bottom of the ravine.
When Ralph clambered up again he was warm and perspiring but his eyes were bright with the influence of some stimulating discovery.
He stood still for five minutes, as if undecided just what to do, glanced at the fast-setting sun, and struck out briskly in the direction of the road leading to Dover.
It was midnight when he reached the town he had visited earlier in the same day. Ralph went straight to the police station of the place.
For about an hour he was closeted with one of the officers there whom he had met earlier on his visit in the gig. They had a spirited confidential talk.
Ralph was on railroad business now, pure and simple, for he was acting in accordance with Road Detective Matthewson's instructions and on the strength of his written authority.
"I can catch a Midland Central train west to Osego in about an hour," he planned, as he left the police station and walked towards the depot. "There's a ten-mile cut across country on foot to Springfield, and then I am headed for Stanley Junction by daylight."
Ralph boarded the train at Springfield at about six o'clock in the morning. His pass from Mat-
