The eyes of the man who sat there were perfectly wide-open, but there was something unnatural in their fixed stare,--something unnatural, too, in the drawn grayness of his face.
"This is Euston, sir," the station-master began,--"the terminus--" Then he broke off in the middle of his sentence.

A cold shiver was creeping through his veins.

He, too, began to stare; he felt the color leaving his own cheeks.

With an effort he turned to the attendant.
"Pull down the blinds," he ordered, in a voice which he should never have recognized as his own.

"Quick! Now turn out those porters, and tell the inspector to stop anyone from coming into the car." The attendant, who was shaking like a leaf, obeyed.