The very man from whom I had claimed the box at the railway goods station in Newark confronted me.

It appears, from what Elmer says, that he is taking a holiday and is visiting his brother, who is the proprietor of the road house.
"And the person who is pursuing me is--a Miss Genevieve Pringle! "As fate would have it, there lives in Newark a person who really owns that name which I thought I had invented.

It seems that she had been expecting a shipment, and had called to inquire for it; upon learning that a box had been delivered to a person in her name she had taken up the trail at once.

Having somehow traced me to Long Island, she had actually made inquiries at this very road house some hours earlier.
The railway employee, I am certain, would have denounced me at once--he would have accused me of theft, and would have endeavored to have me held until he could get into communication with Miss Pringle or with the authorities--but I bought from him a promise of silence.

It cost me another large sum.
"A few hours ago the chauffeur, divining from a conversation between Elmer and me that I was running short of ready money, deserted me here.
You know the rest." Her voice trailed off into a tired whisper as she finished, and with her elbows on the table Lady Agatha wearily supported her head in her hands.