appendicitis," the conductor
warned when he had brought Eaton back to the vestibule. "Mr. Dorne--if
a name is given, it is that--was suddenly seized with a recurrence of
an attack of appendicitis from which he had been suffering. An
immediate operation was required to save him; that was what Dr.
Sinclair did."

Eaton reaffirmed his agreement to give no information. He learned by
the conversation of the passengers that Connery's version of what had
happened had been easily received; some one, they said, had been taken
suddenly and seriously ill upon the train. Their speculation, after
some argument, had pitched on the right person; it was the tall,
distinguished-looking man in the last car who wore glasses. At noon,
food was carried into the Santoine car.

Keeping himself to his section, Eaton watched the car and outside the
window for signs of what investigation Connery and Avery were making.
What already was known had made it perfectly clear that whoever had
attacked Santoine must still be upon the train; for no one could have
escaped through the snow. No one could now escape. Avery and Connery
and whoever else was making investigation with them evidently were not
letting any one know that an investigation was being made. A number of
times Eaton saw Connery and the Pullman conductor pass through the
aisles. Eaton went to lunch; on his way back from the diner, he saw
the conductors with papers in their hands questioning a passenger.
They evidently were starting systematically through the cars, examining
each person; they were making the plea of necessity of a report to the
railroad offices of names and addresses of all held up by the stoppage
of the train. As Eaton halted at his section, the two conductors
finished with the man from the rear who had been installed in Section
One, and they crossed to the Englishman opposite. Eaton heard them
explain the need of making a report and heard the Englishman's answer,
with his name, his address and particulars as to who he was, where he
was coming from and whither he was going.

Eaton started on toward the rear of the train.

"A moment, sir!" Connery called.

Eaton halted. The conductors confronted him.

"Your name, sir?" Connery asked.

"Philip D. Eaton."

Connery wrote down the answer. "Your address?"

"I--have no address."

"You mean you don't want to give it?"

"No, I have none. I was going to a hotel in Chicago--which one I
hadn't decided yet."