…in which I found myself, was at least three times the size of any I had hitherto seen. It was already full of white-faced people, who, sitting and lying among innumerable boxes in, apparently, the most uncomfortable postures, were fast asleep and snoring — snoring to the most fantastic and taking of tunes I have ever heard. My not having a ticket greatly perturbed me. I expected every moment the collector would put in an appearance and make a scene, and, sure enough, in accordance with my forebodings, in he came, accompanied by the guard, engine-driver; foreman, and half-a-dozen other officials, who, rushing on me with livid faces and flashing eyes; were about to annihilate me altogether when a tremendous hubbub on the line attracted the attention of one and all, and a most extraordinary spectacle presented itself to our gaze. Exactly opposite our compartment was a monstrous green engine…

…of the day. For instance, when I was about fourteen years of age and at a public school, I was put under gas during the extraction of a couple of very firmly rooted grinders. Owing to some difficulty the dentist had in extracting them, I ”came to” before the operation was over, and suffered agonies. That night in my sleep I again went through the grim proceedings, detail for detail, from my entry into the surgery and the anxious gaze around for the dreaded instruments, to the final look at the gold-fish in the aquarium, before my jaws were propped open, and my nose and mouth enveloped in the soft and spongy cap, I had so uneasily remarked in the hands of the anaesthetist. Again I smelt the sweet and sickly odour of the gas; again I heard the voices of the doctor and dentist growing fainter and fainter till…

…not. Dare not, because my husband would never for- give me if I did. Now, Mr. Bailey, do you under- stand how I became acquainted with your old friend, Mr. Towell. I got to know him because I wanted to know you, and I remembered the robbery for which you were convicted — one of the cleverest and most daring cases of burglaries on record — and thinking that you were still at Dartmoor, I asked Mr. Towell to get me permission to see you.He informed me, however, that you were out of prison, but, at my request, obtained me your present address.””From the cops,’ of course, ma’am?” I interrupted, smothering a curse.”She nodded. “Well, ma’am, “I enquired a trifle, what is it exactly that you want me to do?””Then she came a foot or two nearer and, fixing her brilliant eyes on me with a gaze I wouldn’t care…