There was no struggle or fight of any sort.

It was a diabolical deed!" "Diabolical indeed!" the station-master echoed hoarsely.
"You had better give orders for us to be shunted down on to a siding just as we are," the doctor continued, "and send one of your men to telephone to Scotland Yard.

Perhaps it would be as well, too, not to touch those papers until some one comes.

See that the attendant does not go home, or the guard.

They will probably be wanted to answer questions." The station-master stepped out to the platform, summoned an inspector, and gave a few brief orders.