THE STORY OF PETE MONAHAN

“Pete Monahan,” said Professor Fordney, “had been tipped off that his brother was being brought back from the south under guard on a charge of embezzlement in Philadelphia. He even knew the car number, and that his brother and the guards would be riding in the drawing room.

“He hastened down to Wilmington, the last stop before Philadelphia, and after buying a ticket to Philadelphia, paced impatiently up and down the platform in the cold, driving November rain.

“As the train approached the station the torrent was intensified, but that meant little to Pete—he was out to save his brother. Having previously learned where car 62-B would probably stop, he drew back into the station doorway as the train came to a halt.

“Beside a drawing room window of 62-B he saw the heavy, stern countenance of his brother’s guard. Next to the law slouched his brother, dark circles under his eyes, and a hopeless, strained expression on his face. Confident he had not been observed by either, Pete dashed through the rain to the Pullman car behind, pushed aside a startled porter and mounted the steps. He had about forty minutes before the train reached Philadelphia. He must think fast and act fast. He did both! Once they were well under way he…”

“We asked for one of your own crime cases, Joe,” interrupted a fellow club member, “and you’re up to your old tricks—even an old codger like myself can spot the fallacy in that one!”

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