"It was a neat revenge," said that gentleman; "very neat, my boy.
But you deserve six months for it."

"Hang it," I said, "you seem to think I- "

"I should certainly have haunted you," said Berry.



Six weeks had sloped by.

The train ran slowly into the station. I got out. Then I
remembered my umbrella and got back. Then I got out again.
"Porter,"I said.

The individual addressed turned round, and I saw it was the
station-master. For a few moments he regarded me with
indignation, obviously wondering whether he would be exceeding
his duty if he ordered me to be flung to the engine. Two
inspectors hovered longingly near him. Then he said "Chut!" and
turned away.

I fought my way the length of the platform to the vicinity of the
luggage van. Four porters were standing looking moodily at the
luggage already upon the platform.

I touched one on the shoulder.

"Yes," I said," it's a nice bit of luggage, isn't it?"