"What road ?" Then, like a flash, the solution of the problem pierced his brain.
"What an ass I am!" he burst out, and added sheepishly: "West Shore!" Purposely avoiding the other's face for confirmation of his self-depreciatory exclamation, together with its unmistakable expression of professional tolerance for the imbecilities of mankind, Hugh looked at the time.

It was two-thirty.

Tearing out of the station, he hailed a cab.
Inside, and moving fast, he winced a little as he thought of his late strictures on girls and their ways.

What a shame to have abused Grace, when he himself had told her to take the Wabash as essential to their plan.

What a blooming idiot he was! New York in the telegram meant, of course, the New York side of the river.