I am on the staff of the ⸺ of Nashville. I suppose you will pass me.
The conductor looked at him sharply.
The editor of that paper is in the smoker; come with me; if he identifies you, all right.
He followed the conductor into the smoker; the situation was explained. Mr. Editor said—
Oh, yes, I recognize him as one of the staff; it is all right.
Before leaving the train the lawyer again sought the editor.
Why did you say you recognized me? I’m not on your paper.
I’m not the editor either. I’m traveling on his pass, and was scared to death lest you should give me away.