I was pretty sure he was shamming, and to prove it, made a slight movement as if to rise.
Instantly his eyes were wide open.
"No, you don't. Sit down there," he cried.
I repeated my question.
"Not before to-morrow morning."
Then he closed his eyes again, and I did not further disturb him.
Outside of the car all was dark, and as I could not see any of the scenery through which we were passing, the ride soon grew monotonous.
Finally my head began to fall forward; and before I knew it I was fast asleep.
I slept for about an hour. Then I awoke with a start.
Mr. Felix Stillwell's hand was in my coat pocket!