Other passengers also looked up; and the nervous, untidy young man at the table near the door again slopped coffee over himself as the conductor gazed about.
"Which is him?" the man with Connery demanded loudly.
Connery checked him, but pointed at the same time to Eaton.
"That's him, is it?" the other man said. "Then go ahead."
Eaton observed that Avery, who had turned in his seat, was watching this diversion on the part of the conductor with interest. Connery stopped beside Eaton's seat.
"You took a telegram for Lawrence Hillward this morning," he asserted.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because it was mine, or meant for me, as I said at the time. My name is Eaton; but Mr. Hillward expected to make this trip with me."
The stout man with the conductor forced himself forward.