Perhaps the man in the corner seat would wait until they arrived there, and then give him in charge.

That was a disconcerting possibility, but he could see no way of guarding against it unless he chose to drop from the train, now travelling at nearly forty miles an hour, taking the risk of being maimed or killed.

He considered the advisability of that.

It was a chance he might have taken casually enough on his own account, but he had also to think of Sisily.

She would be quite friendless if he were killed.