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On the train Kennedy left me, to look through the other cars, having the idea that Phelps might be aboard also. But there were no signs of the banker. We would reach Tarrytown first unless he had chosen to motor out.
Mackay was waiting at the station to meet us and to take us to the house. The little district attorney was obviously excited.