CHAPTER TWELVELeg Iron
The cab made the turn into the station entrance, and a porter got Austen’s bag out. Then he helped Austen out, and the cab driver was paid and drove off. The police car waited until Austen and the redcap had gone in through the doors; then Nordhall spoke to a starter, and the three followed into the terminus.
They watched at the top of the stairs while the porter put the Gladstone bag down and Austen went over to a ticket window.
“Picking up his reservation,” said Nordhall. “Where’s he going to on a Sunday night?”
“There’s the Owl to Boston,” said Gamadge. “Twelve-thirty, Sunday nights only.”
“That’s quite a wait for him.”
“I only suggest it because I know the train, and Boston is a good jumping-off point to almost anywhere. And he might think it would be very
