It seemed to him most likely that the stranger would make an attempt to murder Snell during the night.
“If it were my business to take care of Snell,” thought the detective, “I’d invent some way to do it; but it isn’t, and I’ll just wait and see what happens.”
With that thought he went to sleep.
In the morning he touched the button beside his berth before getting up.
When the porter came he asked:
“Is there a dining car on the train, Charley?”
“Yessah,” replied the porter. “Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes, sah.”
“All right; then I’ll get up.”
“Sumfin else yo’ want, sah?”