"And how far is the next station beyond that?"
"A long way, sir. It's a junction where some go to catch the night express to Leeds. It must be eight miles further on. The train is now due, sir, that goes there."
"And it stops at the next station?"
"Oh yes, sir."
I booked immediately for it, and in a few minutes arrived there. It was, if possible, more quiet than the one from which I had just come; a more dreary place one could not well see.
I soon found the man who had issued tickets on the night I have mentioned. Did he remember such a passenger as I described?
"Yes, sir," he said, "I do remember such a chap; partly because he was the only passenger, and partly because he looked so strange. He looked as if he'd been fightin', and yet he was quite sober. He was a funny chap, sir; one as I shudd'n like much to do wi'."
"And where did he book for?"
"Dingledale Junction, sir."
"And he would be able to catch a train from there?"