There was now no trace of the intoxicating gas in the corridor, and as she passed Room A she noticed that a fresh breeze was blowing through the half open doorway, therefore the window must be up.

Once as she passed her own door she saw the conductor engaged in a task which would keep him from looking into the corridor for at least a minute, and in that interval she set her doubts at rest by putting her head swiftly into Room A, and as swiftly withdrawing it.

The man had been lifted on to his sofa, and lay with his face towards the wall, his head on a pillow.

The despatch-box rested on a corner of the sofa, where, doubtless, he had left it.

He was breathing heavily like a man in a drunken sleep; but the air of the room was sweet and fresh, and he would doubtless recover.
Jennie still paced up and down, pondering deeply over what had happened.
At first, when she had secured the important document, she had made up her mind to return it to the messenger; but further meditation induced her to change her mind.