at it. "That is the old Polporru station, I believe, Miss Varris, only occasionally used now for coast signalling work. The new station is—there, do you see it? Down below the town a little and nearer the shore?"
The train swung about another bend. A tall iron mast suddenly shot up from the sea in the direction the Englishman pointed.
"That is where the police are going," the American confirmed, as the train stopped and the platform of the little Cornish station filled with the men alighting from the carriages ahead.
"And not only the police! The whole town seems going there, too!" the girl commented as she looked about. "That old station is absolutely deserted, and even the town is emptied. Word must have gone ahead of what the police are to do. But come, mother; we stop here anyway, you know."
Young Preston jumped down quickly and began handing the things out to the waiting hotel porters.
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