Introduction

His wife's dark blue browam with the wedding varnish still on it, met archer at the ferry and conveyed him luxuriously to the pennsylvania terminus in jersey city. As he paced the platform, waiting for the washington express he remembered that there were people who thought there would one day be a tunnel under the hudson through which the trains the pennsylvania railway would run straight into new york. I don't care which of their visions comes true, archer mused, as long as the tunnel isn't built yet.