at us defiantly. "I am telling the absolute truth, and not one of you believes me!
"After a bit the man in lower nine got up and walked along the aisle toward the smoking compartment. I heard him go, and, leaning from my berth, watched him out of sight.
"It was then I got the idea of changing berths with him, getting into his clothes, and leaving the train. I give you my word I had no idea of throwing suspicion on him."
Alison looked scornfully incredulous, but I felt that the man was telling the truth.
"I changed the numbers of the berths, and it worked well. I got into the other man's berth and he came back to mine. The rest was easy. I dressed in his clothes—luckily, they fitted—and jumped the train not far from Baltimore, just before the wreck."
"There is something else you must clear up," I said. "Why did you try to telephone me from M, and why did you change your mind about the message?"
He looked astounded.
"You knew I was at M?" he stammered.
