What were they doing?
To my horror, the "detective," the constable, the guard, and the station- master all advanced on my carriage.
"In there ?" said the official.
My late fellow-traveller nodded.

The station-master opened the door and entered the carriage.

I was in the act of opening my lips to say-- "I surrender myself--there is no occasion for violence," when the station-master laid his hand on the hat-box.
"It's labelled to C--," he said; "take it along, guard, and put it out there.

He's sure to come on by the next train.

Right away there!" Next moment we were off.