"They're not going to Claxon. We are going there. Just this side is
a little station at which they can take a local for Shelby. They
will change at this station and go to Shelby while we keep on to
Claxon and get off there."

"But last night you insisted on their going to Claxon." Selwyn's
voice implied that a woman's methods of management were beyond a
man's understanding.

"Inquiries will be made as to who bought tickets for Claxon. Mrs.
Swink will have the whole police department running around for clues
and things. I told you not to buy tickets. Did you?"

"I did not. I'm taking orders and doing what I'm told, but, being
new at it, I don't work as smoothly as I might. Is there any special
reason why I shouldn't have bought tickets?"

"There is." I opened my pocket-book, and, taking out a note, handed
it to him. "I'll take breakfast with you but I'll have to pay my
railroad fare. I didn't want you to get tickets, because if two
couples bought them it would cause confusion and telegrams might be
sent to Shelby also. I didn't have time to think it all out last
night. I only knew Tom and Madeleine must seemingly go to Claxon and
yet not go. I wasn't sure what could be done, but after you decided
to come I thought we could play the part and give them time to be
married at Shelby."

"You mean you and I are to pretend we are somebody else, mean--"

Selwyn's voice was protestingly puzzled. Impersonation did not