Only the other day he was travelling by rail, and what must he do but get an attack of the toothache?
Those helpless sort of folks are always having the toothache, if you notice." "So they are." "Peter's toothache was so bad that he must needs take a dose of some sleeping-stuff or other--I forget the name--and fell so sound asleep that he never woke at the station, but was put away with the carriage into a siding.

Fast asleep he was, with his handkerchief over his face to keep the sun off, and never heard the train shunted, nor nothing." "Well, to be sure! Them sleeping-draughts are wonderful soothing, as I've heard tell, but I never took one on 'em.

The Lord giveth His beloved sleep, and His givings are enough for them as are in health; but them as are in pain want something a bit stronger, doubtless." "So it appears," agreed Mrs.Hankey.

"Well, there lay Peter fast asleep in the siding, with his handkerchief over his face.

And one of the porters happens to come by, and sees him, and jumps to the conclusion that there's been a murder in the train, and that our Peter is the corpse.