He is dark complexioned, pale, mysterious in his manners, and aged 26.

When last seen wore a tall hat, gloves, and a grey office suit." Instinctively I pulled off my gloves and deposited my hat in the rack overhead, and tried to appear engrossed in another portion of the paper.
But I could not refrain from darting a look at my fellow-traveller.

To my horror I perceived that the paper he was reading was the same as the one I had; and that the page between which and myself his eyes were uncomfortably oscillating was the very page on which the fatal paragraph appeared.
_I_ was dark, _I_ was pale (after my voyage), and who should say my manners were not mysterious?
In imagination I stood already in the box of the Old Bailey and heard myself sentenced to the treadmill, and was unable to offer the slightest explanation in palliation of my mysterious conduct.
In such agreeable reveries I passed the first hour of the journey; when, to my unfeigned relief, on reaching Antrim my fellow-traveller quitted the carriage.

No doubt his object was a sinister one, and when I saw him speak to the constable at the station, I had no doubt in my own mind that my liberty was not worth five minutes' purchase.

But even so, anything seemed better than his basilisk eye in the corner of the carriage.
I hastily prepared my defence and resolved on a dignified refusal to criminate myself under any provocation.