The persistent denial was as absurd as the suggested reason for his presence under the seat, and Beaumanoir began to lose patience. "I suppose," he said, "that you will maintain that you did not go to Mr. Forsyth’s chambers in John Street last night under the pretence of being a chemist’s messenger?" "Never been in John Street in my life," came back the pat and obvious lie. It seemed useless to argue further, and Beaumanoir preserved silence till the train ran into Radlett Station, when he put into practice the course he had decided upon. At least he would force the creature to disclosure and put him to some inconvenience, as it was possible that thereby he might disconcert his plans, whatever they might be. Lowering the window, he called to the guard, and informed the astonished official that he had found a man traveling under the seat without a ticket. Then uprose the righteous wrath of the guard, who had Mr. Marker by the collar in a trice and twisted him out on to the platform with the sharp demand: "Now, young man, your name and address, and quick about it." "What for?" inquired Marker, openly insolent. "Defrauding the Company by traveling without previously paying the fare, contrary to By-law 18." The spy broke into a jeering cackle. "You’ve only got _his_ word for it that I haven’t got a ticket," he replied. "I nipped under the seat because I thought he was a lunatic, and a gent can travel that way, I reckon, if he’s paid his shot. Here’s the ticket, Mister. I’ll make tracks to another carriage." With which he produced a first-class ticket all in order and walked off along the platform, leaving the Duke and the guard looking after him, the former with a curious smile, the latter with dismayed perplexity. "Well, of all the funny games!" exclaimed the official. "He must have got in at Elstree while I was attending to that there toff, and blessed if he ain’t scooting into the same compartment with him now. Your Grace will understand that I couldn’t interfere with him, seeing that he had a ticket and you didn’t prefer no charge?" "All right, guard," replied Beaumanoir, with his weary smile. "It really doesn’t matter. He seems to have taken me for a madman, while I took him for a dead-head, that’s all. These little misunderstandings will arise, you know. We’re behind time, eh?"