Armed with the address, Griswold lost little time in reaching the nearest telegraph office, and in drafting a message to Chick Carter. It read: “Unusually important case on. Am badly injured. Come at once.” And it was signed “Cray.” He had decided to send it in the injured detective’s name, believing that it would have more force than if dispatched by a third party. The absence of any specific directions for finding Cray was intentional. Griswold had neglected to make any inquiries concerning the injured man’s relatives, and did not even know where he lived. He had been to his office, that was all, and he knew that to be a business building. He did not care to give the New Pelham address, because he hoped to have a very confidential interview with Chick, and he did not care to have it take place under Simpson’s roof; therefore, he had decided to say nothing about it, and to meet Chick’s train—for he had estimated the time required for the telegram to reach its destination, and could easily look up the trains when he reached his office. It was then nearly one o’clock in the afternoon, and Chick could not be expected before morning. Meanwhile, Griswold hoped for a summons from New Pelham, but none came. Growing impatient, he telephoned late in the afternoon, and was informed by the new nurse that there had been no change in Cray’s condition, except one for the worse. He had sunken into a deep stupor. “Hang it all! I hope he isn’t going to die,” Griswold muttered. “If he does, without recovering consciousness, I may not be able to fasten this thing on Carter, after all, for I’m certain Simpson’s testimony would not have any great weight, unless corroborated.” Later, the millionaire called up Cray’s office. He did not believe the injured detective had any one to keep the place open during his absence, but he wished to make sure, if possible, whether a message had been received from Chick Carter or not. As he had expected, he found the place closed. It then occurred to him to return to Nick’s house. The detective might have put in an appearance; if not, it was possible that Chick had sent a reply there, trusting that it would reach Cray indirectly. In this latter respect, his surmise was correct. Nick had not returned, and Joseph’s worry had grown. On the other hand, a telegram had arrived for Jack Cray, and Joseph was holding it; not knowing what else to do with it. Griswold promised to deliver it, and took it in charge. In this way he learned that his guess as to Chick’s train was correct. The young detective wired that he would arrive in New York at eight-thirty the following morning. Nothing developed in the interval, and a few minutes before eight-thirty the next morning, Griswold took up his position at one of the gates leading to the tracks in the great Forty-second Street terminal.