I recognize him from the description in this paper, and I call upon you all as public-spirited citizens to see that he does not escape justice." The torpid passengers would start up, staring and looking foolish after the fashion of English people when asked to do something unusual.

Would they help?
There was a stout man opposite with the symptoms of a public spirit lurking in the creases of his fat self-satisfied face.

Charles promised himself that he would give them a fight for it.

He counted his chances.

He was aware from his previous journey to Charleswood that the train he was in now ran through to Charing Cross without another stop.