"For Heaven's sake, pull up the collar of your coat." His fingers were itching, but Andrew did not notice it.
"Where are we going ?" he asked.
"To King's Cross.

The midnight express leaves in twenty minutes.

It is your last chance." Andrew was in a daze.

When the president had taken his ticket for Glasgow he was still groping.
The railway officials probably thought him on his honeymoon.
They sauntered along the platform beyond the lights.
Andrew, who was very hot, unloosened his greatcoat.
In a moment a great change came over his companion.

All the humanity went from his face, his whole figure shook, and it was only by a tremendous effort that he chained his hands to his side.
"Your neck," he cried; "cover it up." Andrew did not understand.