"But Carter was out at the Junction.

What time did it happen ?" He sat on the side of the bed and, pressing his hands to his temples, tried to force the events to take their proper sequence.
"I don't know when I left town," he thought, with a shudder; "it must have been nearly four when I met Carter and Annette.

He took the train back.

Yes, he would have had time to help Ricks.

But I saw Ricks out the turnpike.