“He was so cool about it that I thought he might be a friend of the young gentleman.”

“I didn’t know him.  He must have been a thief.”

“What was his appearance, madam?” asked the lot agent.

“He was a thin, dark complexioned man, with side whiskers coming half way down his cheeks.”

“And you say he got out of the rear end of the car?”

“Yes, sir.”

“He won’t get on the train again,” said the agent turning to Rodney.  “He thinks the casket valuable enough to pay him for the interruption of his journey.”

“What shall I do then?” asked Rodney, feeling helpless and at a loss which way to turn.

“Follow him,” said the agent briefly.  “He will probably stop over in the village a day and resume his journey tomorrow.”

“Even if I found him I am afraid I shouldn’t know how to deal with him.”

“Then I’ll tell you what I’ll do.  I’ll stop over with you and help you make it hot for him.  I’ve had a spite against thieves ever since I had a valuable overcoat stolen in one of my journeys.”

“I shall feel very much obliged to you, Mr. Woods, but won’t it interfere with your business?”

“Not materially.  If we succeed in overhauling the rascal I shall feel sufficiently repaid for the small interruption.  But come on, we can’t afford to linger here while he is carrying off the plunder.”

“I don’t know how I can repay you, Mr. Woods,” said Rodney gratefully.

“You can buy a lot of me when you get rich enough.”

“I will certainly do so, though I am afraid it will be a long time first.”

“You don’t know what good fortune may be in store for you.  Did you notice, madam, in which direction the thief went?”

“Yes, I was looking out of the window.  He went over the road to the left.”

“That leads to the village.  You will see, Mr. Ropes, that I was right about his plans.”

“Don’t call me Mr. Ropes.  Call me Rodney.”

“I will.  It don’t seem natural to dub a boy Mr. Now, Rodney, follow me.”

The two passengers set out on the road that led to the village.  They could see the latter easily, for it was not more than a mile away.

“He will be surprised to think we have ‘struck his trail’ so quick,” said the agent.

“Where shall we go first?”

“To the hotel if there is one.”

“The village seems small.”

“Yes, there are only a few hundred inhabitant probably.  It is not a place where a traveler would be likely to interrupt his journey unless he had a special object in doing so, like our dishonest friend.  However, I think we shall be able to balk his little game.”

Ten minutes’ walk brought them to the village.  Looking about they saw a small hotel just across the way from a neat white chapel.

“Follow me,” said the agent.

They went into the public room in which there was a small office.