Gee! That's the nearest thing to New York I've struck yet.
And the railway tickets--first-class, of course ?" "Yes." The cab stopped.

Theydon sprang out and raced to the telegraph office, where, as he anticipated, there was a slight delay.

Handyside awaited him at the correct barrier, and together they walked down a long platform, Theydon peering into every carriage, though convinced that Evelyn Forbes would not travel other than first class.

Thus, not being a detective, but only a very anxious and perplexed young man, he had eyes only for such ladies as were already seated in the train, and failed to note the immediate interest his appearance aroused in a man who occupied a window seat, and who was watching unobtrusively every one who passed.
Oddly enough, after the first wondering glance, this observer was more closely taken up with Handyside.

It was as though he said to himself: "Theydon I know, but who in the world is his companion, and why are they traveling by an Eastbourne express--today of all days ?" The train was well filled; there were only a few seconds to spare when Theydon came across Evelyn Forbes in a compartment which held two other passengers--a lady and a gentleman.
Recognition was mutual, and Theydon flattered himself that he betrayed just the right amount of pleasurable astonishment.
"Miss Forbes!" he cried, raising his hat.