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Then he suddenly emerged from that quiet shelter, and accepted the urgent invitation of a hansom-cab driver to get into his vehicle. "Westminster Bridge," he said. He quitted the cab at the corner of the bridge, and walked quickly down to the steamboat-landing. "Where do you want to go to?" inquired the gruff, seafaring ticket-clerk. "As far as I can," was the reply.
"Ticket to Wreckumoft," she almost screamed into the face of the ticket-clerk. "Which class?" demanded the clerk, with the amiable slowness of a man whose interests are not at stake. "First!" exclaimed Miss Peppy, laying down her purse and telling the calm-spirited clerk to help himself. He did so, returned the purse, and Miss Peppy rushed to the train and leaped into the first open door.
The Ticket-clerk, who could only see the top of the Dodo's head, very naturally mistook him for an old gentleman without his hat, and inquired, politely, "What class, Sir?" This was a puzzler, and the Dodo went back to Dick and told him that the gentleman in the office wanted to know what class they were in. "What does he mean?" asked Dick.
He bade a hasty good-evening to the station-master, and walked off buoyantly toward the High street, along which his path lay. The station-master and the ticket-clerk watched him, and shook their heads significantly; but he was quite unconscious of their scrutiny. Never had the quiet little town seemed so lovely to him.
The morning's enquiries made it manifest that Sisily had left Penzance by the mid-day train on the previous day. After leaving Mrs. Pendleton, Barrant had gone to the station. The sour and elderly ticket-clerk on duty could give him no information, but let it be understood that there was another clerk selling tickets for the mid-day train, which was unusually crowded by farmers going to Redruth.
With a characteristic peculiar slanting motion Edwin nodded. "Oh, how-d'ye-do, Mr. Brooks?" said Edwin hastily, as if startled by the sudden inexplicable apparition of the head. But the ticket-clerk had no Bradshaw either. He considered it probable, however, that the stationmaster would have a Bradshaw. Edwin had to brace himself again, for an assault upon the fastness of the stationmaster.
No such thing had ever been asked for at Bursley Station before, and the man's imagination could not go beyond the soiled time-tables loosely pinned and pasted up on the walls of the booking-office. Hilda suggested that the ticket-clerk should be interrogated, but the aperture of communication with him was shut.
Very sober to outward seeming, but in a frenzy within, he went down to the station one night, and, stooping to the pigeon-hole, he asked the ticket-clerk, in the suavest voice, whether he could tell him how far it was to London. The official put forward his face to reply when Cullingworth drove his fist through the little hole with the force of a piston.
No permission, as far as he was aware, had been given him to leave home; and he had never known his uncle give him any commission at that hour. The different policemen gave their narrations of the state of things the open window, the position of the boat, &c. And the ticket-clerk at the small Blewer Station stated that at about 12.15 at night, Mr.
The people had a preoccupied, hurried air. Only at the window itself, when the ticket-clerk, having made me repeat my demand, went to a distant part of his lair to get my ticket, did I detect behind me a wave of impatient and inimical interest in this drone who caused delay to busy people. It was the same on the up-platform, the same in the subway, and the same on the down-platform.
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