He looked around as though to be sure that none of that anxious crowd outside could overhear.
"There's no question of heart disease here," he explained.

"The man has been murdered!" The station-master was horrified,--horrified and blankly incredulous.
"Murdered!" he repeated.

"Why, it's impossible! There was no one else on the train except the attendant--not a single other person.

All my advices said one passenger only." The doctor touched the man's coat with his finger, and the station-master saw what he had not seen before,--saw what made him turn away, a little sick.

He was a strong man, but he was not used to this sort of thing, and he had barely recovered yet from the first shock of finding himself face to face with a dead man.