The restaurant car will be detached at the next stop." "What of it ?" Mr.Sabin asked calmly.
"I have taken the liberty of ordering dinner for you, sir.

It is thirty hours since you ate anything save biscuits." Mr.Sabin rose to his feet.
"You are quite right, Duson," he said.

"I will dine." In half-an-hour he was back again.

Duson placed before him silently a box of cigarettes and matches.

Mr.Sabin smoked.
Soon the lights of the great city flared in the sky, the train stopped more frequently, the express men and newspaper boys came into evidence.
Mr.Sabin awoke from his long spell of thought.