The door stood open, and in a few minutes the attendant came to it.
"Who is in the next compartment on the other side of the lavatory ?" Hillyard asked.
"A manufacturer of Perpignan and his wife." "Does he snore ?" Hillyard asked.

"If he snores I shall not sleep.

It should be an offence against your bye-laws for a traveller to snore." He crossed one leg across his knee and unlaced his shoe.
The attendant came into the room.
"It is possible, monsieur, that I might hurry and fetch you your coffee in the morning," he said.
"It is worth five francs to you if you do," replied Hillyard.
"Then monsieur will not move from his compartment until luncheon.

I will see to it.

Monsieur will bolt his door, and in the morning I will knock when I bring the coffee." "Good," returned Hillyard ungraciously.
The attendant retired, and Hillyard closed the door.