The Ghost: A Modern Fantasy - Page 77/126

I rushed into the corridor, and looked through every compartment; but

Mr. Watts, whom I was to keep from drunkenness, had utterly departed.

Then I made for the handle of the communication cord. It had been

neatly cut off. The train was now travelling at a good speed, and the

first stop would be Amiens. I was too ashamed of my simplicity to give

the news of my loss to the other passengers in the carriage.

"Very smart indeed!" I murmured, sitting down, and I smiled--for,

after all, I could afford to smile.