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Updated: September 7, 2025
She walked round me, and I walked round her, but we could neither of us discover anything amusing about the other. The booking-clerk said "It's all right. I've got you young people two places just behind the box-seat. We'll have to put five of you on that seat. You won't mind sitting a bit close, will you?"
It was not a cheery room, and he was glad to be called back from a contemplation of a roll of texts hanging on the wall, and a bottle of stale water on the table, to human things by the entry of a drowsy official who was discharging the duties of station-master, booking-clerk, and porter all at once.
He could get away from any one of them what booking-clerk or railway official would pay any particular attention to him? The thing is ridiculously easy!" "What of the other man?" asked the Earl. "If there were two men together at an early hour eh?" "They need not have caught a train at a very early hour," replied Joseph. "They need not have been together when they caught any train.
At the booking-office he was told that the special train for the Sutlej had just gone. Another train for Tilbury was leaving in five minutes. "You will get in soon after the special," the booking-clerk assured him. "Plenty of time to see your friends before she sails. Why, she's not due to sail till twelve o'clock. There'll be a deal of luggage to be got on board."
The booking-clerk winked at the coachman, the coachman winked at the passengers, the passengers winked at one another those of them who could wink and everybody laughed. The two chamber-maids became hysterical, and had to cling to each other for support. With the exception of Minnie and myself, it seemed to be the merriest coach party ever assembled at Lyndhurst.
On the Wednesday I went down to the coach office, and booked two places for Lymington, from where we took the steamer. I had not a suspicion of trouble. The booking-clerk was an elderly man. He said "I've got the box seat, and the end place on the back bench." I said "Oh, can't I have two together?" He was a kindly-looking old fellow. He winked at me.
The testimony of the French guard, of the booking-clerk at Monaco, and of the staff of the Hôtel de Paris, established the existence of my Fascinating Friend, which was at first called in question; but no trace could be found of him. With him had disappeared his victim's dispatch-box, in which were stored the proceeds of several days of successful gambling.
" said the station-master to the booking-clerk, with a shrug, implying many things. "Wouldn't give a bob for his whole blessed turn-out," said the booking-clerk. "But right you are, when you sort of get the hang of him, far enough away on the other platform, might be a dook!"
Leslie went without further protest, and Shackleby looked at him significantly when the booking-clerk said, "If I remember right, Mrs. Leslie bought a ticket for Thompson's. It's a flag station at the head of the new road that's to be driven into the Orchard Valley." "I guess that's enough," remarked Shackleby. "You and I are going there by the first train too.
Not a single passenger was there, while the two porters were lolling lazily around, enjoying the warmth of the bright May sun. I asked to see the station-master; he was not at the station. Then I made inquiries for the booking-clerk, who presently made his appearance. I found that there was a train leaving about midnight, which travelled northward, one that had been running some years.
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