years myself, and no one ever changed berths with me."
Somebody on the edge of the group asserted that hereafter he would travel by daylight. I glanced up and caught the eye of the girl in blue.
"They are all mad," she said. Her tone was low, but I heard her distinctly. "Don't take them seriously enough to defend yourself."
"I am glad you think I didn't do it," I observed meekly, over the crowd. "Nothing else is of any importance."
The conductor had pulled out his note-book again. "Your name, please," he said gruffly.
"Lawrence Blakeley, Washington."
"Your occupation?"
"Attorney. A member of the firm of Blakeley and McKnight."
"Mr. Blakeley, you say you have occupied the wrong berth and have been robbed. Do you know anything of the man who did it?"
"Only from what he left behind," I answered. "These clothes—"
"They fit you," he said with quick suspicion.
