"'Found' him?"
"Yes."
"When was that?"
"When I went forward to look for the conductor to ask him about taking a walk on the roof of the cars."
"You found him then—that way, the way he was?"
"That way? Yes."
"How?"
"How?" Eaton iterated.
"Yes; how, Mr. Eaton, or Hillward, or whatever your name is? How did you find him? The curtains were open, perhaps; you saw him as you went by, eh?"
Eaton shook his head. "No; the curtains weren't open; they were closed."