He spent some time in the lavatory, washing, arranging his hair, straightening his tie, after which he made his way into the elaborate dining-car and found a comfortable corner seat.

The luxury of his surroundings soothed his jagged nerves.

The car was comfortably warmed, the electric light upon his table was softly shaded.

The steward who waited upon him was swift-footed and obsequious, and seemed entirely oblivious of Philip's shabby, half-soaked clothes.

He ordered champagne a little vaguely, and the wine ran through his veins with a curious potency.