The little crowd stood on one side and the two men stepped into the car.
The doctor proceeded at once with his examination.

Mr.Hamilton Fynes, this mysterious person who had succeeded, indeed, in making a record journey, was leaning back in the corner of his seat, his arms folded, his head drooping a little, but his eyes still fixed in that unseeing stare.

His body yielded itself unnaturally to the touch.

For the main truth the doctor needed scarcely a glance at him.
"Is he dead ?" the station-master asked.
"Stone-dead!" was the brief answer.
"Good God!" the station-master muttered.

"Good God!" The doctor had thrown his handkerchief over the dead man's face.