"Just after you left your seat the man that sat behind you rose and
reaching over for it went to the rear end of the car and got out."

"I wish you had stopped him, madam."

"He was so cool about it that I thought he might be a friend of the
young gentleman."

"I didn't know him. He must have been a thief."

"What was his appearance, madam?" asked the lot agent.

"He was a thin, dark complexioned man, with side whiskers coming half
way down his cheeks."

"And you say he got out of the rear end of the car?"

"Yes, sir."

"He won't get on the train again," said the agent turning to Rodney. "He
thinks the casket valuable enough to pay him for the interruption of his
journey."

"What shall I do then?" asked Rodney, feeling helpless and at a loss
which way to turn.

"Follow him," said the agent briefly. "He will probably stop over in the
village a day and resume his journey tomorrow."