They spread their kit about the place, suborned an official to warn everyone else off, and then Peter and Langton strolled up and down the platform for half an hour, as the train was not now to start till seven.

Somebody told them there was a row on up the line, though it was not plain how that would affect them.

Jenks departed on business of his own.

A girl lived somewhere in the neighbourhood.
"How're you getting on now, padre ?" asked Langton.
"I'm not getting on," said Peter.

"I'm doing my job as best I can, and I'm seeing all there is to see, but I'm more in a fog than ever.