call. She was sitting on the edge of the improvised couch, smiling
sweetly, even timidly.

"It must be cold out there. You must wear this."

She came toward him, the raincoat in one hand, the purple parasol in the
other. He took the parasol only and departed without a word. She gasped
and would have called after him, but there was no use. With a perplexed
frown and smile she went slowly, dubiously toward the folded bed.

Rossiter smoked three cigars and walked two miles up and down the
platform, swinging the parasol absent-mindedly, before he ventured to look
inside the room again. In that time he had asked and answered many
questions in his mind. He saw that it would be necessary to change his
plans if he was to watch her successfully. She evidently gave out Eagle
Nest to blind her husband. Somehow he was forgetting that the task before
him was disagreeable and undignified. What troubled him most was how to
follow them if Havens--or Dudley--put in an appearance for the
three-thirty train. He began to curse Everett Havens softly but potently.

When he looked into the waiting-room she was sound asleep on the bench.
It delighted him to see that she had taken him at his word and was lying
upon his clothes. Cautiously he took a seat on the door-sill. The night
was as still as death and as lonesome as the grave. For half an hour he
sat gazing upon the tired, pretty face and the lithe young figure of the
sleeper. He found himself dreaming, although he was wide awake--never more
so. It occurred to him that he would be immensely pleased to hear that
Havens's reason for failing her was due to an accident in which he had
been killed.