"Mr. Lane?" she repeated.

"Yes," replied Kennedy; "the protection of the train has fallen on
him. I shall meet the train myself when it gets to Worcester and
come in on it. I don't think there can be any danger before it
reaches that point."

"Will Mr. Lane go with you?"

"He must," decided Kennedy. "That train must be delivered safely
here in this city."

Maude Euston gave Craig one of her penetrating, direct looks.

"You think there is danger, then?"

"I cannot say," he replied.

"Then I am going with you!" she exclaimed.

Kennedy paused and met her eyes. I do not know whether he read
what was back of her sudden decision. At least I could not, unless
there was something about Rodman Lane which she wished to have
cleared up. Kennedy seemed to read her character and know that a
girl like Maude Euston would be a help in any emergency.

"Very well," he agreed; "meet us at Mr. Lane's office in half an
hour. Walter, see whether you can find Whiting."

Whiting was one of Kennedy's students with whom he had been lately