Dobson was not there.

With the vigour of a fussy traveller he shouted directions to the guard to take good care of his luggage, hurled a shilling at the porter, and ran for a carriage.

At that moment he became aware of Dobson hurrying through the entrance.

He must have met Leon and heard news from him, for his face was red and his ugly brows darkening.
The train was in motion.

"Here, you" Dobson's voice shouted.