6. TEN-FORTY-FIVE FROM VICTORIA
When they had finished luncheon, Duff went with Hayley back to the Vine Street station. Together they unearthed a dusty and forgotten atlas of the world, and Duff turned at once to the map of the United States.
“Good lord,” he exclaimed, “what a country! Too big for comfort, Hayley, if you ask me. Ah—I’ve found Chicago. Max Minchin’s city. Now, where the deuce is Detroit?”
Hayley bent over his shoulder, and in a moment laid a finger on the Michigan city. “There you are,” he remarked. “No distance at all, in a country the size of that. Well?”
Duff leaned back in his chair. “I wonder,” he said slowly. “The two cities are close together, and that’s a fact. Was there some connection between the Chicago gangster and the Detroit millionaire? Drake was an emine
