Altogether, we were
a sad-looking trio that gathered around a breakfast that no one
could eat. Over a cup of black coffee the detective told us what
he had learned of Halsey's movements the night before.
Up to a certain point the car had made it easy enough to follow
him. And I gathered that Mr. Burns, the other detective, had
followed a similar car for miles at dawn, only to find it was a
touring car on an endurance run.
"He left here about ten minutes after eight," Mr. Jamieson said.
"He went alone, and at eight twenty he stopped at Doctor
Walker's. I went to the doctor's about midnight, but he had been
called out on a case, and had not come back at four o'clock.
From the doctor's it seems Mr. Innes walked across the lawn to
the cottage Mrs. Armstrong and her daughter have taken. Mrs.
Armstrong had retired, and he said perhaps a dozen words to Miss
Louise. She will not say what they were, but the girl evidently
suspects what has occurred. That is, she suspects foul play, but
she doesn't know of what nature. Then, apparently, he started
directly for the station. He was going very fast--the flagman at
the Carol Street crossing says he saw the car pass. He knew the
siren. Along somewhere in the dark stretch between Carol Street
and the depot he evidently swerved suddenly--perhaps some one in
the road--and went full into the side of a freight. We found it
there last night."
"He might have been thrown under the train by the force of the
shock," I said tremulously.
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