The other passenger in the car whose seat was behind Bob got up and went forward into the smoking compartment where Tully had gone previously. Bob looked up as the man went past him. The stranger was powerfully built and Bob especially noticed the breadth and strength of his hands. Bob thought little of the incident but hoped that Tully would have the good sense to put away the secret papers when the stranger entered the smoking compartment. As the train sped through the fertile Virginia farm lands the young federal agent continued his perusal of the report. The concluding paragraph was such that he read it three or four times. “From all information at hand, it appears obvious that not more than five men are involved in this smuggling enterprise. So far we have been unable to identify positively any member of the gang so all agents are doubly warned against any incautious remarks which might indicate the reason for their visit to Florida. In case of any unusual emergency notify headquarters by long distance telephone at once.” Bob went back over the report again in detail and, when he had finished, placed it in the sturdy envelope, sealed it, and put it in his Gladstone bag. He felt now that he knew as much about the case as it was possible to learn until he actually reached Atalissa. After a time Bob walked forward and stepped into the smoking compartment where Tully and the stranger were engaged in animated conversation. Tully looked up but there was little warmth in his glance. That, however, did not deter Bob from sitting down on one of the comfortable leather upholstered benches. The stranger looked at Bob and a rather pleasant smile framed his lips. “Going to Florida?” he asked. “Jacksonville,” said Bob laconically. “That’s fine, I’m going there too. Hamsa, Joe Hamsa, is the name,” said the stranger reaching over and extending his hand in greeting. Bob grasped the extended hand but he winced slightly at the strength of the other’s grip. “I’m Bob Houston of Washington,” replied Bob by way of introducing himself. “Going south on business or just taking a vacation?” asked Joe Hamsa and Bob thought there was a peculiar flicker in the other’s eyes. “Well, it’s a combination of both,” replied Bob. “Wish I could say as much,” went on Hamsa, “but it’s all business with me. I’m glad you boys are on the car today. I don’t like to travel alone and especially at night.” Bob wondered just why Mr. Hamsa, who appeared perfectly capable of taking care of himself, did not care to travel alone. He was not in doubt long for Hamsa suddenly developed a voluble streak. “Diamonds are my specialty,” he said, “and I’ve been held up once or twice. Believe me, there’s no fun in that.” Mr. Hamsa did not look particularly like the type of man who would submit to a holdup peacefully, and there was something about him that aroused suspicions in Bob’s mind.