She had received absolutely no other description of the girl she was to meet.

She did not know whether Evelyn Ward was short or tall, stout or thin, dark or fair.

"I'll simply have to use my eyes and guess," was her mental comment, as she walked briskly along the station platform just as the train whizzed down the track.

Her alert eyes scanned the nearest car steps where the porter was helping a crotchety old man to the platform.

Behind him, came a stout middle-aged woman and two children.