“Very well,” says The Professor. “If we make the slightest move to suggest there is no such agent as George Kaplan, give any hint to Vandamm he’s pursuing a decoy instead of our own agent, then our agent, working right under Vandamm’s very nose will immediately face suspicion, exposure – – and assassination, like the two others who went before.”
Mrs. Finley looks at the others. “Goodbye Mr. Thornhill – – wherever you are.”
The scene fades to the main concourse of Grand Central Terminal in Manhattan. Crowds are marching across the large open space. Police officers are searching for Thornhill.
“New York Central Railroad,” intones an announcer, “Train Twenty Five – The 20th Century Limited – due to leave at six PM, for Chicago, will depart from track number – – “
Thornhill is in a phone booth at the edge of the Main Concourse, talking to his mother.
“Yes, yes,” says Roger. “Yes, dear. I know. Now, listen to me, Mother, I beg you! I called the Plaza. Kaplan checked out and went to the Ambassador East in Chicago. Yes, that’s why I’m…”