I found also that Mr.
Smith was actually represented there, in the shape of a small boy, a dozen novels, and a few newspapers.

This, however, did not augur so well for my inquiries.

The officials here would not be so likely to notice any particular passenger.

Still there was something in my favour.
Kaffar would in any circumstances attract attention in a country place.
His appearance was so remarkable, that any countryman would stop for a second look at him.
After a great many inquiries, I found that Kaffar, or a man strongly resembling him, had been there on the night in question, and had taken a ticket for Leeds.

He had no luggage, and what made the porter in attendance remember him so vividly was the fact of his being angry when asked if he had any luggage to be labelled.
So far, then, my inquiries were successful; so far I might congratulate myself on making forward steps.