"There isn't much that these reporters don't get hold of.

He must be some one out of the common--some one with a pull, I mean,--or the captain of the Lusitania would never have let him off before the other passengers.

When are the rest of them coming through ?" "Three specials leave here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning," was the reply.

"Good night." The station-master at Crewe hung up his receiver and went about his duties.

Twenty miles southward by now, the special was still tearing its way into the darkness.