"My partner's coming along behind you; you're corraled all right.

I've a warrant for you, Louis Shillito." The North-West Police work in couples and the situation was plain.

One trooper had begun his search at the front of the train, the other at the back, and Shillito, hearing the first turn the passengers out of their berths, had tried to steal away and met the other.

His face got strangely white, but Lister thought it was rather with rage than fear.
His lips drew back in a snarl, and the veins swelled on his forehead.

He occupied the center of the illuminated circle thrown by the conductor's lamp, and his savage gaze was fixed.