CUPID EN ROUTE
He put his overcoat in the rack, placed the bag on the seat and the luncheon beside it, and went back to reconnoiter. The nest car back was a sleeper, and he walked through it expecting every minute that his eager eyes would light on the Girl. But she was not there. He went back to the next one. It was as crowded as the first, but where—He walked slowly down the aisle, looking to left and right. The Girl was not to be seen! Nor was Miss Pearse! Not even the maid or the small boy! Wade's heart sank, but arose again. The explanation was quite simple. There was still another sleeper on the train. He had noticed but two, but in the hurry he had, of course, overlooked one. He went back through the passage, opened the rear door—and found himself looking onto the track! He slammed the door shut again and reflected frowningly. Perhaps he had passed them without seeing them. He would retrace his steps and look more carefully. He did so, but when he had reached the forward
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