5. MIDNIGHTIt was a quarter to twelve when Manston drove into the
station-yard. The train was punctual, and the bell, announcing its
arrival, rang as he crossed the booking-office to go out upon the
platform.
The porter who had accompanied Mrs. Manston to Carriford, and
had returned to the station on his night duty, recognized the
steward as he entered, and immediately came towards him.
'Mrs. Manston came by the nine o'clock train, sir,' he said.
The steward gave vent to an expression of vexation.
'Her luggage is here, sir,' the porter said.
'Put it up behind me in the gig if it is not too much,' said
Manston.
'Directly this train is in and gone, sir.'
The man vanished and crossed the line to meet the entering
train.
'Where is that fire?' Manston said to the booking-clerk.
