edy?" I asked, holding out the case. "It's frightfully bad luck for me, but it makes a good story. You see—"
At that moment the conductor and porterr ceased their colloquy. The conductor came directly toward me, tugging as he came at his bristling gray mustache.
"I would like to talk to you in the car," he said to me, with a curious glance at the young lady.
"Can't it wait?" I objected. "We are on our way to a cup of coffee and a slice of bacon. Be merciful, as you are powerful."
"I'm afraid the breakfast will have to wait," he replied. "I won't keep you long." There was a note of authority in his voice which I resented; but, after all, the circumstances were unusual.
"We'll have to defer that cup of coffee for a while," I said to the girl; "but don't despair; there's breakfast somewhere."
As we entered the car, she stood aside, but I felt rather than saw that she followed us. I was surprised to see a half dozen men gathered
