He at once made his way back to the ticket-window and exchanged his ticket,--second-class for first-class.

It was a noble deed, the expense falling all upon his own pocket; for, in the natural course of things, he would have charged his employers with the full first-class fare.

He had seen Colonel Osborne seat himself in a carriage, and within two minutes he was occupying the opposite place.
The Colonel was aware that he had noticed the man's face lately, but did not know where.
"Very fine summer weather, sir," said Bozzle.
"Very fine," said the Colonel, burying himself behind a newspaper.
"They is getting up their wheat nicely in these parts, sir." The answer to this was no more than a grunt.

But Bozzle was not offended.

Not to be offended is the special duty of all policemen, in and out of office; and the journey from Exeter to London was long, and was all before him.
"A very nice little secluded village is Nuncombe Putney," said Bozzle, as the train was leaving the Salisbury Station.
At Salisbury two ladies had left the carriage, no one else had got in, and Bozzle was alone with the Colonel.
"I dare say," said the Colonel, who by this time had relinquished his shield, and who had begun to compose himself for sleep, or to pretend to compose himself, as soon as he heard Bozzle's voice.