He thrust out his hand and calmly secured it.
In less than five minutes the place was deserted.

Amidst many hasty farewells, wholly unintelligible to the watcher, the two groups of men separated and climbed into their respective trains.

As soon as every one was out of sight the Englishman rose with a little grunt of satisfaction and stretched himself.
He glanced first at the sheet of paper, and finding it written in German thrust it into his pocket.

Then he commenced an anxious search for smoking materials, and eventually produced a pipe, a crumpled packet of tobacco, and two matches.
"Thank Heaven!" he exclaimed, lighting up.

"And now for a tramp." He plodded steadily along the track for an hour or more.