Jack tossed the telegram to the conductor, and nodded to the young man. "Thought you were travelling under an assumed name. H. J. Bolingbroke alias Blixton. Have you got those diamonds in your pocket?"
The young man flushed painfully, while his fellow players threw down their cards and surveyed him curiously.
"Trouble you to follow me to another car," said Jack, and he led the way for the detected smuggler.
'Tilda Jane saw the two men pass, and innocently stared at them, little dreaming that her turn was to come next.
After awhile Jack reappeared and sat down in a seat behind 'Tilda Jane. After noticing the ineffectual attempts made by the old lady to draw the little girl into conversation, he leaned over and poured some candy into her lap from a bag he held in his hand.
"Have some, sissy?"
She gratefully flashed him a glance over her shoulder. "Thank you, sir."
"Going far?" he asked, agreeably.
"To Ciscasset," she said, feverishly. "Will you tell me when we come to it?"
"Certainly. Going to visit friends?"