Connery tried
to recollect how it was that he had been led into such a mistake, and
defending himself, he laid it all to old Sammy. But old Sammy was not
often mistaken in his identifications. If Eaton was not the person for
whom the train was held, might he be some one else of importance? Now
as he studied Eaton, he could not imagine what had made him accept this
passenger as a person of great position. It was only when he passed
Eaton a third time, half an hour later, when the train had long left
Seattle, that the half-shaped hazards and guesses about the passenger
suddenly sprang into form. Connery stood and stared back. Eaton did
not look like any one whom he remembered having seen; but he fitted
perfectly some one whose description had been standing for ten days in
every morning and evening edition of the Seattle papers. Yes, allowing
for a change of clothes and a different way of brushing his hair, Eaton
was exactly the man whom Warden had expected at his house and who had
come there and waited while Warden, away in his car, was killed.

Connery was walking back through the train, absent-minded in trying to
decide whether he could be at all sure of this from the mere printed
description, and trying to decide what he should do if he felt sure,
when Mr. Dorne stopped him.

"Conductor, do you happen to know," he questioned, "who the young man
is who took Section Three in the car forward?"

Connery gasped; but the question put to him the impossibility of his
being sure of any recognition from the description. "He gave his name
on his ticket as Philip D. Eaton, sir," Connery replied.

"Is that all you know about him?"

"Yes, sir."

"If you find out anything about him, let me know," Dorne bade.

"Yes, sir." Connery moved away and soon went back to look again at
Eaton. Had Mr. Dorne also seen the likeness of Eaton in the published
descriptions of the man whom Warden had said was most outrageously
wronged? the man for whom Warden had been willing to risk his life, who
afterwards had not dared to come forward to aid the police with
anything he might know? Connery determined to let nothing interfere
with learning more of Eaton; Dorne's request only gave him added
responsibility.

Dorne, however, was not depending upon Connery alone for further
information. As soon as the conductor had gone, he turned back to his
daughter and Avery upon the seat opposite.

"Avery," he said in a tone of direction, "I w