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 something which engaged the bottom of the door. His words certainly were true, then; that door was jammed. I couldn't open it.

"Iron Age" could not budge it, when he replaced me at the knob. He must have been half a car behind me but I hadn't even suspected it till he joined me. Together we were the better part of three minutes at the door before we could enter the next car. George was then far forward.

I stopped in the washroom of that Pullman; for I wanted a minute or so alone to think over things since George had spoken to me. He had hailed me, you see, as a sort of comrade; he'd counted on me being with him.

Now I realized that after Doris had seen me at Caldon's and then they both had seen me at the Blackstone and here on the train, they must have attached some significance to me. And it was becoming plain to me that they made it a friendly significance; at least, they did not put me down among their pursuers. Probably Doris recognized me, not in the sense that she knew me for Steve Fanneal, but in the far more decoying sense that she realized I had been her partner at the Flamingo Feather and that, there-