"Perhaps it was," I said, turning slightly to Richard Carton.
"It was heavy enough. Why, he could hardly carry it."
"Did either of the ladies appear anxious about it?"
"Yes, the middle-aged one. When I saw them so particular, I said, said I--to myself, you know--I shouldn't mind having that myself."
"When the gentleman told you to drive to the London, Chatham, and Dover station, did he say what train he wished to catch?"
"No, but I found out the train they went by. It was the down train for Ramsgate, 7.31."
"They reached the station some time before it started?"
"Yes, twenty minutes before. After the gentleman took his tickets he came from the platform two or three times and looked at me. 'What are you waiting for?' he asked the last time. 'For a fare,' I answered. 'Look here,' he said, 'if anybody asks you any questions about me, don't answer them. 'Why shouldn't I?' I asked. It was then he pulled out the florin. 'O, very well,' I said; 'it's no business of mine.' But I didn't go away till the train started with them in it."
"Do you know whether they intended to stop in Margate?"
"I should say not. As I drove 'em to the station, I heard the gentleman speak to the middle-aged lady--his wife, I suppose--about the boat for Boulogne."