And while his train was making a three minutes' stop at Leicester itself, the purpose of his journey was suddenly recalled to him by hearing the strident voices of the porters on the platform.
"Barthorpe next stop!--next stop Barthorpe!" One of two other men who shared a smoking compartment with Bryce turned to his companion as the train moved off again.
"Barthorpe ?" he remarked.

"That's the place that was mentioned in connection with that very queer affair at Wrychester, that's been reported in the papers so much these last few days.

The mysterious stranger who kept ten thousand in a London bank, and of whom nobody seems to know anything, had nothing on him but a history of Barthorpe.
Odd! And yet, though you'd think he'd some connection with the place, or had known it, they say nobody at Barthorpe knows anything about anybody of his name." "Well, I don't know that there is anything so very odd about it, after all," replied the other man.

"He may have picked up that old book for one of many reasons that could be suggested.

No--I read all that case in the papers, and I wasn't so much impressed by the old book feature of it.