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 as he alighted. He dodged the waiting passengers on the platform and made for he lunch room. But in the doorway something impelled a backward look at the train he had left. His gaze idly swept along the line of lighted windows. Here and there some were already dark, showing that the porter was busy making up.

"All abo-oard!"

The train started, the wheels crunching on the snowy rails, and the first sleeper moved slowly by in front of him. Then came the second and a broad window flashed into sight, and Wade, across the platform, found himself looking into a drawing-room and in the drawing-room sat four persons, one of whom was gazing longingly out at the gleaming coffee urn!

Wade's heart leaped into his throat, and the next instant he was racing along the wet platform in pursuit of the front vestibule of that last sleeper. He collided violently with a stout woman and caromed off her into a baggage-man who swore luridly until