The Illustrious Prince eBook

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was obviously attached direct to the saloon.  Mr. Hamilton Fynes resumed his seat, having disturbed nobody.  He produced some papers from his breast pocket, and spread them out on the table before him.  One, a sealed envelope, he immediately returned, slipping it down into a carefully prepared place between the lining and the material of his coat.  Of the others he commenced to make a close and minute investigation.  It was a curious fact, however, that notwithstanding his recent searching examination, he looked once more nervously around the saloon before he settled down to his task.  For some reason or other, there was not the slightest doubt that for the present, at any rate, Mr. Hamilton Fynes was exceedingly anxious to keep his own company.  As he drew nearer to his journey’s end, indeed, his manner seemed to lose something of that composure of which, during the earlier part of the evening, he had certainly been possessed.  Scarcely a minute passed that he did not lean sideways from his seat and look up and down the saloon.  He sat like a man who is perpetually on the qui vive.  A furtive light shone in his eyes, he was manifestly uncomfortable.  Yet how could a man be safer from espionage than he!

Rugby telephoned to Liverpool, and received very much the same answer as Crewe.  Euston followed suit.

“Who’s this you’re sending up tonight?” the station-master asked.  “Special’s at Willington now, come through without a stop.  Is some one trying to make a record round the world?”

Liverpool was a little tired of answering questions, and more than a little tired of this mysterious client.  The station-master at Euston, however, was a person to be treated with respect.

“His name is Mr. Hamilton Fynes, sir,” was the reply.  “That is all we know about him.  They have been ringing us up all down the line, ever since the special left.”

“Hamilton Fynes,” Euston repeated.  “Don’t know the name.  Where did he come from?”

“Off the Lusitania, sir.”

“But we had a message three hours ago that the Lusitania was not landing her passengers until tomorrow morning,” Euston protested.

“They let our man off in a tug, sir,” was the reply.

“It went down the river to fetch him.  The guvnor didn’t want to give him a special at this time of night, but he just handed him a note, and we made things hum up here.  He was on his way in half an hour.  We have had to upset the whole of the night traffic to let him through without a stop.”

Such a client was, at any rate, worth meeting.  The station-master brushed his coat, put on his silk hat, and stepped out on to the platform.


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