George lit a cigarette, and settled himself moodily in the corner as the train pulled up at a station.
Presently the door of his compartment opened, and the guard appeared, accompanied by a porter and the station-master.
"That's the chap," said the guard, pointing at George.
The solitary passenger glared at him in dignified silence.
"Now then, m'lad," said the station-master; "you'll have to get out here."
"I'm going to Victoria, my man," said George, quietly.
"I've got orders to detain you; suspicious character," said the station-master, authoritatively. "You're sure this is the one?"—to the guard.
"That's him," said the guard.
"Look here," said George, darkly, as the station-master got into the carriage; "you'd better be careful what you're doing; I don't want any of you men to get into trouble, so I give you warning."
"He got in at Coddem?" said the station-master, turning to the guard.