What did it all mean?
I was not under arrest! Nobody had noticed me; but McCrane's hat-box had engaged the attention of four public officials.
"Free and easy way of doing things on this line," said an Englishman in the carriage; "quite the regular thing for a man and his luggage to go by different trains.

Always turns up right in the end.

Are you going to Derry, sir ?" he added addressing me.
"No," said I, hastily.

"I'm getting out at the next station." "What--at -- " and he pronounced the name something like "Tobacco." "Yes," I said, pining for liberty, no matter the name it was called by.
At the next station I got out.

It was a little wayside place without even a village that I could see to justify its claim to a station at all.