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 "Thank you, sir," said the guard gratefully. "And now, would you like to see the ladies?" His tone was that of a landlady inquiring if a potential lodger would like to see the rooms.

"See them!" repeated Beresford dully. Then he added quickly, "of course; yes, guard; but—but"

"I'll point out the compartments, sir. I don't think you need be seen," he remarked, anticipating Beresford's objection.

"Right!" he said as he rose and followed the guard along the corridor.

Presently he paused to let Beresford come up with him. "One of them's in the third compartment of the next carriage at the further window," he whispered.

Beresford nodded, conscious that his heart was again pounding like a hammer.

"It's the Folkestone lady, sir," added the guard.

Again Beresford nodded and proceeded along the corridor. When he arrived at the third compartment he was almost too nervous to look in. A glance sufficed to show him that it was, indeed, the Rain-Girl sitting at the further corner, gazing out at the bricks-and-mortar that was now giving place to green fields.

Beresford nodded to the guard to indicate that the search need not be proceeded with. The man indicated a compartment of the same carriage in which the Rain-Girl sat.