Cartwright had alighted from the next car and was a yard or two in front.

Lister knew his fur coat and rather dragging walk.

If he and Barbara went on, they would confront Cartwright when he turned to go down the steps.
Barbara gave him a twinkling glance and remarked that he knitted his brows but did not hesitate.

In the few moments since her step-father left the train she had seen three or four plans for avoiding him.

Lister obviously had not, and on the whole she approved his honesty.