"That's him, is it?" the other man said. "Then go ahead." Eaton observed that Avery, who had turned in his seat, was watching this diversion on the part of the conductor with interest. Connery stopped beside Eaton's seat. "You took a telegram for Lawrence Hillward this morning," he asserted. "Yes." "Why?" "Because it was mine, or meant for me, as I said at the time. My name is Eaton; but Mr. Hillward expected to make this trip with me." The stout man with the conductor forced himself forward. "That's pretty good, but not quite good enough!" he charged. "Conductor, get that telegram for me!" Eaton got up, controlling himself under the insult of the other's manner. "What business is it of yours?" he demanded. "What business? Why, only that I'm Lawrence Hillward--that's all, my friend! What are you up to, anyway? Lawrence Hillward traveling with you! I never set eyes on you until I saw you on this train; and you take my telegram!" The charge was made loudly and distinctly; every one in the dining car--Eaton could not see every one, but he knew it was so--had put down fork or cup or spoon and was staring at him. "What did you do it for? What did you want with it?" the stout man blared on. "Did you think I wasn't on the train? What? "I was in the washroom," he continued, roaring for the benefit of the car, "when the conductor went by with it. I couldn't take the telegram then--so I waited for the conductor to come back. When I got dressed, I found him, and he said you'd claimed my message. Say, hand it over now! What were you up to? What did you do that for?" Eaton felt he was paling as he faced the blustering smaller man. He realized that the passengers he could see--those at the smaller tables--already had judged his explanation and found him wanting; the others unquestionably had done the same. Avery was gazing up at him with a sort of contented triumph. "The telegram was for me, Conductor," he repeated. "Get that telegram, Conductor!" the stout man demanded again. "I suppose," Connery suggested, "you have letters or a card or something, Mr. Eaton, to show your relationship to Lawrence Hillward." "No; I have not." The man asserting himself as Hillward grunted. "Have you anything to show you are Lawrence Hillward?" Eaton demanded of him. "Did you tell any one on the train that your name was Hillward before you wanted this telegram?" It was Harriet Dorne's voice which interposed; and Eaton felt his pulse leap as she spoke for him. "I never gave any other name than Lawrence Hillward," the other declared. Connery gazed from one claimant to the other. "Will you give this gentleman the telegram?" he asked Eaton. "I will not." "Then I shall furnish him another copy; it was received here on the train by our express-clerk as the operator. I'll go forward and get him another copy."