“Oh, please do!” she invited; and, feeling flushed and mighty good, I stepped into the corridor and drifted to the rear. My new baggage was still under my seat in my Pullman but George was lost to sight. I wouldn’t have put it past Dibley to have locked him up somewhere but that didn’t seem to be the case when I encountered old “Iron Age” in the door of the smoking room of one of the last Pullmans. Rather, he encountered me, reaching out and dragging me in behind the curtains. “Now what have you found out?” he went after me with his delightful tact. “She’s a charming girl,” I assured him. “I called at her compartment, as you suggested, and pretended we had mutual acquaintances and got away with it.” “You probably did not,” said Dibley, to take me down from the hang-over of satisfaction which he detected on me. “She let you in because you look easy. What did she tell you?” “She’s a low opinion of Sin Lewis.” “Who?” said Dibley. “But she’s keen on Miss Cather.” “Who?” Sin Lewis, so put to him, seemed to suggest somebody, possibly one of similar name who was on Dib’s list for rum-running or using the mails to defraud; but Cather wasn’t on his cards at all. “They write books,” I explained. “We started talking about books.” I thought it just as well to use the truth as long as possible. “Books!” he jeered me. I remained polite. “How would you have started?” I asked courteously. “Something like this? ‘Good afternoon, Miss Wellington or whatever your real name is. I suspect you’re a crook but for the moment don’t place you. Now if you’ll just tell me----’” “Drop it,” said Dib, not agreeably. I obliged. “Now forget the start,” he told me. “What did you get to?” “Oh,” I said. “I found one thing out you want to know. They’re getting off at Cleveland.” “What makes you think so?” “She told me so.” Old “Iron Age” gazed fixedly out of the window with the thought in his head (if his expression meant anything) of pulling the cord to stop the train if we happened to be passing an institution for the feeble-minded; but all was farm scenery, so I was safe. “Thank you so much,” he said to me feelingly. “It was always possible that they would try to escape at Cleveland; so it is of some advantage to know they’re going on.” He released me after a few more words and I went to my section. I had his permission to continue my acquaintance with Miss Wellington; but it was plain that he wasn’t depending much on me. He was taking to telegrams, scratching off any number of yellow sheets to go from the next stop. It reminded me that, in my preoccupation at keeping Doris in sight after I found she was leaving the city, I hadn’t ’phoned my office. I had thought I’d wire; but now I decided not to.