w it came the turn of the young man whose ticket
bore the name of Eaton. Like the Englishman with the same sort of
ticket from Asia, Eaton had no reservation in the sleepers; he
appeared, however, to have some preference as to where he slept.

"Give me a Three, if you have one," he requested of the Pullman
conductor. His voice, Connery noted, was well modulated, rather deep,
distinctly pleasant. At sound of it, Dorne, who with his daughter's
help was settling himself in his section, turned and looked that way
and said something in a low tone to the girl. Harriet Dorne also
looked, and with her eyes on Eaton, Connery saw her reply inaudibly,
rapidly and at some length.

"I can give you Three in Car Three, opposite the gentleman I just
assigned," the Pullman conductor offered.

"That'll do very well," Eaton answered in the same pleasant voice.

As the porter now took his bags, Eaton followed him out of the car.
Connery looked around the sleeper; then, having allowed a moment to
pass so that he would not too obviously seem to be following Eaton, he
went after them into the next car. He expected, rather, that Eaton
would at once identify himself to him as the passenger to whom
President Jarvis' short note had referred. Eaton, however, paid no
attention to him, but was busy taking off his coat and settling himself
in his section as Connery passed.

The conductor, willing that Eaton should choose his own time for
identifying himself, passed slowly on, looking over the passengers as
he went. The cars were far from full.

Besides Eaton, Connery saw but half a dozen people in this car: the
Englishman in Section Four; two young girls of about nineteen and
twenty and their parents--uninquisitive-looking, unobtrusive,
middle-aged people who possessed the drawing-room; and an alert,
red-haired, professional-looking man of forty whose baggage was marked
"D. S.--Chicago." Connery had had nothing to do with putting Eaton in
this car, but his survey of it gave him satisfaction; if President
Jarvis inquired, he could be told that Eaton had not been put near to
undesirable neighbors. The next car forward, perhaps, would have been
even better; for Connery saw, as he entered it, that but one of its
sections was occupied. The next, the last Pullman, was quite well
filled; beyond this was the diner. Connery stood a few moments in
conversation with the dining car conductor; then he retraced his way
through the train. He agai