At least, I think not.

Any name on it, sir ?" "Elster." A quick glance from the station-master's eyes met the answer.

Elster was the name of the family at Hartledon.

He wondered whether this could be one of them, or whether the name was merely a coincidence.
"There was no portmanteau left, was there, Jones ?" asked the station-master.
"There couldn't have been," returned the porter, touching his cap to the stranger.

"I wasn't on last night; Jim was; but it would have been put in the office for sure; and there's not a ghost of a thing in it this morning." "It must have been taken on to Garchester," remarked the traveller; and, turning to the guard, he gave him directions to look after it, and despatch it back again by the first train, slipping at the same time a gratuity into his hand.
The guard touched his hat humbly; he now knew who the gentleman was.