"What the—"
The exclamation died suddenly, and Weald's face went grey as he recognized the offender.
Simon's lips twitched into a little smile of sprightly merriment.
"So we're all going to Birmingham together!"
Then, with a surprising abruptness, he turned away into the nearest carriage, where he had already perceived a vacant seat, and composed himself to the enjoyment of a cigarette.
Weald passed on.
A little farther down the corridor was the compartment in which he and the girl had found places. She looked up as he showed in the doorway, and he gave her an imperceptible signal. She came out to join him in the corridor.
"What is it?"
"Let's go to the dining car," said Weald. "We shan't be overheard there."
He led the way, and no more was said until they were securely ensconced and tea had been ordered.