He flatly refused to move from the carriage in which he sat.

The guard, the station-master, a ticket-collector, and four porters gathered round the door and argued with him.

Meldon argued fluently with them.

In the end they took his name and address, threatening him with prosecution.

Then, because the train was a mail train and obliged to go on, the guard blew his whistle and Meldon was left in peace.
"It's a nuisance," he said to Miss King, "being worried by those men.
I wanted to send a telegram, but I couldn't.