On the 3rd of June, 1890, a gentleman, who gave his name as Monsieur Louis Caratal, desired an interview with Mr. James Bland, the superintendent of the London and West Coast Central Station in Liverpool.  He was a small man, middle-aged and dark, with a stoop which was so marked that it suggested some deformity of the spine.  He was accompanied by a friend, a man of imposing physique, whose deferential manner and constant attention showed that his position was one of dependence.  This friend or companion, whose name did not transpire, was certainly a foreigner, and probably from his swarthy complexion, either a Spaniard or a South American.  One peculiarity was observed in him.  He carried in his left hand a small black, leather dispatch box, and it was noticed by a sharp-eyed clerk in the Central office that this box was fastened to his wrist by a strap.  No importance was attached to the fact at the time, but subsequent events endowed it with some significance.  Monsieur Caratal was shown up to Mr. Bland’s office, while his companion remained outside.

Monsieur Caratal’s business was quickly dispatched.  He had arrived that afternoon from Central America.  Affairs of the utmost importance demanded that he should be in Paris without the loss of an unnecessary hour.  He had missed the London express.  A special must be provided.  Money was of no importance.  Time was everything.  If the company would speed him on his way, they might make their own terms.

Mr. Bland struck the electric bell, summoned Mr. Potter Hood, the traffic manager, and had the matter arranged in five minutes.  The train would start in three-quarters of an hour.  It would take that time to insure that the line should be clear.  The powerful engine called Rochdale (No. 247 on the company’s register) was attached to two carriages, with a guard’s van behind.  The first carriage was solely for the purpose of decreasing the inconvenience arising from the oscillation.  The second was divided, as usual, into four compartments, a first-class, a first-class smoking, a second-class, and a second-class smoking.  The first compartment, which was nearest to the engine, was the one allotted to the travellers.  The other three were empty.  The guard of the special train was James McPherson, who had been some years in the service of the company.  The stoker, William Smith, was a new hand.

Monsieur Caratal, upon leaving the superintendent’s office, rejoined his companion, and both of them manifested extreme impatience to be off.  Having paid the money asked, which amounted to fifty pounds five shillings, at the usual special rate of five shillings a mile, they demanded to be shown the carriage, and at once took their seats in it, although they were assured that the better part of an hour must elapse before the line could be cleared.  In the meantime a singular coincidence had occurred in the office which Monsieur Caratal had just quitted.