CHAPTER I -- BARBOX BROTHERS
"Guard! What place is this?"
"Yes, it mostly is, sir."
"And looks comfortless indeed!"
"Yes, it generally does, sir."
"Is it a rainy night still?"
"Open the door. I'll get out."
"You'll have, sir," said the guard, glistening with drops of wet, and looking at the tearful
face of his watch by the light of his lantern as the traveller descended, "three minutes
here."
"More, I think.--For I am not going on."
"Thought you had a through ticket, sir?"
"So I have, but I shall sacrifice the rest of it. I want my luggage."
"Please to come to the van and point it out, sir. Be good enough to look very sharp, sir.
Not a moment to spare."
The guard hurried to the luggage van, and the traveller hurried after him. The guard got
into it, and the traveller looked into it.
"Those two large black portmanteaus in the corner where your light shines. Those are
mine."
