"Of course."
"It belonged to the Southern Air Line Road, and its number was 9176."
"Why, you are telling a very interesting story," declared Ralph, now really interested in the same. "He searched for the car, of course?"
"At once. He telegraphed everywhere; he advertised; he employed detectives. It was no use. During the month of his illness, car No. 9176 had disappeared."
"That looks mysterious."
"The car finder says not at all. Such things happen frequently. But it went somewhere, didn't it? It may be lying on some old siding, in some creek after a wreck, stolen by gravel pit men, or in service still on some line. One thing is sure, if in existence still, it must be on one of four railroad lines, and the Great Northern is one of those roads."
"What do you propose to do?" inquired Ralph.
"Go over every one of those lines carefully."
"But Mr. Drury has done that already, has he not?"
"What of it? A first search doesn't always bring results. He has given me full details as to the car, and, according to the records, it was lost on the Great Northern. In a day or two I am going to have a look at the transfer records at
