The porter repeated the names of some of the inhabitants of West Winston.
"Were there no passengers but passengers from the town?" inquired the doctor.
"Yes, Sir. I think there was one stranger—a lady."
"Did the station-master issue the tickets for that train?"
"Yes, Sir."
Mr. Orridge went on to the station-master.
"Do you remember giving a ticket this morning, by the eleven o'clock down-train, to a lady traveling alone?"
The station-master pondered. "I have issued tickets, up and down, to half-a-dozen ladies to-day," he answered, doubtfully.
"Yes, but I am speaking only of the eleven o'clock train," said Mr. Orridge. "Try if you can't remember?"
"Remember? Stop! I do remember; I know who you mean. A lady who seemed rather flurried, and who put a question to me that I am not often asked at this station. She had her veil down, I recollect, and she got here for the eleven o'clock train. Crouch, the carrier, brought her trunk into the office."