It was too much for him! Of course he had read of female accomplices, but it didn't seem that a four-year-old child could be a part of the game! For the first time he wondered whether "A.
L.M.," perhaps chagrined at his failure to decoy Tom to some secret lair, had deceived him about "Four-Fingered Phillips"! Then it was ten minutes to four, good measure, and Tom, in a sudden panic, seized his bags, gazed about him despairingly and made for the train-shed.

He had given Steve fair warning, he told himself, and now he could just fend for himself.

But his steps got slower and slower as he approached the gate and when he reached it he set the bags down, got his ticket out and waited.

After all, it would be a pretty mean trick to leave Steve.

At least, he'd wait there until the last moment.