"Do I know her?"
"I think not. I met her while I worked in 'Frisco."
"Oh!"
He resumed reading his paper, and the next moment Annie re-entered with a timetable.
"Thanks," said Laura, taking it. Then, pointing to the breakfast table, she said: "Now take those things away, Annie."
The maid started in to gather up the dishes, while her mistress became engrossed in a deep study of the timetable. Soon Annie left the room with the loaded tray, and Laura looked up in despair.
"I can't make this out," she cried.
Brockton looked up and held out his hand.
"Give it here; maybe I can help you."
She rose, and, approaching the table, handed him the timetable, a diabolical labyrinth of incomprehensible figures and words specially compiled by railroad managers to puzzle and befog the traveling public. But Brockton, from long practice, seemed familiar with its mysteries.