He looked at the box for a moment, with annoyance still in his mind.

The air that he had would have sat well upon a man with servants under him, but was somewhat futile in the keeper of a desolate railway-station.

He had not been able to command the man, and he certainly could not command the coffin to nail itself more firmly together.

After all, his tea waited.

Somewhat sullenly he barred the double door on the inside, and went back to his own room and his evening meal.
The room was filled with the steam of the boiling tea as he poured it out, and the smoke of the ham gravy.