"Did you ever see the man before?"
"I saw him on the train coming here for the first time."
"Did anything happen on the train?"
"Yes. He stole a young lady's pocketbook. I made him give it up."
Buffington looked at Mark menacingly. He would have liked to wreak his vengeance upon him.
"Do you know his name?"
"He calls himself Rev. Mr. Buffington."
The watchman laughed grimly.
"Sorry to disturb you, reverend sir," he said, "but I shall be obliged to lock you in your room till morning."
Buffington shrugged his shoulders.