—at least it wasn't within a block of the entrance of the Hyde Park station, and was out among the tracks, more than a hundred feet from the nearest end of the platform. No one else got off and there wasn't a light out there in the wilderness. The porter set the case down beside me, and picked up his foot-stool and swung aboard the train, and it drew away and left me there in the darkness.
"Clear down on the platform, where the lights were, I could see Uncle Fred, watching each car as it went by, and wondering why I hadn't come, as per my telegram; but he couldn't see me, away off there in the dark; and so, when the train had rumbled over the viaduct, he started for the entrance.
"I felt like sitting down on 'Jonah' and weeping. I didn't though. I made sure that the incubus was beside the track, instead of between the rails, and then I made a wild run after Uncle Fred's retreating figure. He had gotten down the steps, and was just going through the turnstile, when I caught him, and you never saw any one look so astonished in your life.
"'Where on earth did you drop from?' he asked, his eyes popping away out.
