Part 5 (1/2)

”Oh, I can do that any time--yes, I've been on the road so long they favor me.”

”Well, I'll tell you, I will be at your house to-morrow morning at ten o'clock. You will have your memoranda all ready, and we will go over it.

You see, I want to write about the road forty or fifty years ago.”

”I see--yes, I see--and I've got the data.”

Jack had perceived that the old man was quite intelligent for his station in life, and having arranged to meet him at his home in Newark, Jack bade him good-day and returned to his lodgings.

CHAPTER IV.

A MOST WONDERFUL ”SHADOW”--GOING OVER A RAILROAD DIARY--AN INCIDENT THAT WAS SUGGESTIVE--A MARVELOUS DISCOVERY--THE OLD TRUNK--ON THE TRACK OF A GENUINE CLUE.

Our readers may think it strange that the detective should go out of his way to listen to an old man's tales of a railroad, but Jack had become possessed of an idea. His idea may have been ”far-fetched,” as they say, but he believed he was building on a good logical basis; at any rate he was sufficiently prepossessed in favor of his theory to determine to make a fair test, and little did he dream how straight to the mark he was going. He resolved, however, to go ahead without knowing.

On the day following, at the time named, Jack appeared at the old man's house, and found Mr. Douglas glad to welcome him. The ten dollars and a prospect of more money made the man with the diary quite solicitous to furnish all the information he could.

”Let me see,” said Jack, ”when did you start the diary?”

”The very day I was first employed on the road.”

”And you have kept it faithfully?”

”Yes, I have recorded every incident of importance as it occurred, even to the names of every conductor and official of the road.”

We will not relate in detail Jack's patient following up of all the incidents in the diary, but he spent three hours in studying every incident until he came to the record of an accident where a man had stepped out upon the platform, had lost his balance, and had been hurled to the ground and killed, and in this incident there appeared a note stating as follows:

”This was a very sad affair. The man lived fifteen minutes after having fallen from the train. He made an effort to say something, but could only speak the word _mon_, and he was probably a Frenchman, as he evidently desired to say in French my wife or daughter or something.”

When Jack read the account of this accident there came a strange glitter in his eyes, and also a look of gratification to his face. It was but a trifling incident, and there were hundreds of accidents on record, but here was a milepost for our hero--yes, a clue, as he really believed.

”That was a strange accident,” he said.

”Yes, a very sad accident. Nothing strange about it, but very sad. The old man's body was never claimed; I remember the incident well.”

”But tell me, when did it happen?”

”October 19, 18--; yes, I remember well, it was early in the afternoon.

The man fell from my car; I was first at his side. I heard him utter the word _mon_, and that is all he did say. He attempted to speak, and there was a wild, eager look upon his face, but he soon became unconscious and died without uttering another word except the French word _mon_.”

”Possibly he meant to exclaim '_Mon Dieu_',” suggested Jack.

”Yes, I guess that was it. Let me see, that means 'My G.o.d.' I did not think of that--yes, 'My G.o.d' is what he attempted to say in French.”

”And you remember all about the incident clearly?”

”Yes, I do.”