Chapter Thirty-Eight
On the third day of his fishing trip, Fitzhugh thought he finally got his hook into something unusual. When the morning train entered the station, a man disembarked and marched directly over to the post office. There he picked up a few letters, then followed the road all the way around the creek and began heading in the direction of the hotel.
Though the man and his errands were not themselves suspicious, he was the first passenger Fitzhugh had seen in days. And the next train wouldn’t be for a few hours, so even if nothing panned out investigating the passenger, Fitzhugh had plenty of time to get back to his fishing spot before it arrived.
Waiting until the man had walked past him and onto the last stretch of the small path leading to the hotel, Fitzhugh packed up
