One of the detectives came to the window and stared into the carriage gloomily.

Eglantine met his gaze with steady eyes.

The guard whistled and waved his flag; the detective fell back.

He said to his colleague that it was a rum go.

The train started.
As their carriage passed out of the station, with a deep sigh of relief Eglantine relaxed to an easier, less crushing posture, and at once took up the subject of the Honourable John Ruffin.