’Mainline，’repliedMorris，andmentallydecidedthatthemanshouldhavehisshillingafterall。’Itwouldbemadnesstoattractattention，’thoughthe。’Butwhatthisthingwillcostme，firstandlast，beginstobeanightmare！’
Hepassedthroughthebooking—officeandwandereddisconsolatelyontheplatform。Itwasabreathing—spaceintheday’straffic。
Therewerefewpeoplethere，andtheseforthemostpartquiescentonthebenches。Morrisseemedtoattractnoremark，whichwasagoodthing;but，ontheotherhand，hewasmakingnoprogressinhisquest。Somethingmustbedone，somethingmustberisked。Everypassinginstantonlyaddedtohisdangers。
Summoningallhiscourage，hestoppedaporter，andaskedhimifherememberedreceivingabarrelbythemorningtrain。Hewasanxioustogetinformation，forthebarrelbelongedtoafriend。
’Itisamatterofsomemoment，’headded，’foritcontainsspecimens。’