I'm sleeping.
Hasn't a gent a right to sleep?
Next thing I know she's fingerin' my whiskers.

How should I know she's not balmy on red beards an' makin' love to me?
What right's she got in my compartment anyhow?
Who let her in?
Who asked her?
What if I did frighten her?
What then ?" "Who was she ?" demanded the official.

"Had anybody seen her before ?" "The maid attending the lady in the next compartment," said I.
"Are you sure ?" "Positive." "Very well.

Guard! See who is in there!" The guard wiped blood from his nose and obeyed orders.

We clustered round the steps to hear.
"'Ow many's in here ?" he demanded.
There was no answer.