His watch was a cheap one, his linen unmarked, and his clothes bore only the name of a great New York retail establishment.

He had certainly entered the train alone, and both the guard and attendant were ready to declare positively that no person could have been concealed in it.

The engine-driver, on his part, was equally ready to swear that not once from the moment when they had steamed out of Liverpool Station until they had arrived within twenty miles of London, had they travelled at less than forty miles an hour.

At Willington he had found a signal against him which had brought him nearly to a standstill, and under the regulations he had passed through the station at ten miles an hour.
These were the only occasions, however, on which he had slackened speed at all.

The train attendant, who was a nervous man, began to shiver again and imagine unmentionable things.