But the ventilating lattice in the lower part of the door was open, and Hillyard could see the legs of the attendant.

He was waiting outside--waiting for what?
Hillyard smiled to himself and took down his bag from the upper berth.
He had hardly opened it when the attendant knocked and entered.
"You will not forget, monsieur, to bolt your door.

In these days it is not wise to leave it on the latch." "I won't forget," Hillyard replied surlily, and once more the attendant retired; and again he stood outside the door.

He did not move until the bolt was shot.

The attendant seemed very pleased that this fool of a tourist who thought of nothing but his infirmities should safely bolt the door of the compartments numbers 11 and 12; and very pleased, too, to bring to this churlish, discontented traveller his coffee in the morning, so that he need not leave compartments numbers 11 and 12 unguarded.