CHAPTER XXIII. 

GUY IN LUCK. 





Guy Waring reached Waterloo ten minutes too late. Nevitt had gone on by the West of England express. The porter at the labelling place "minded the gentleman well." He was a sharp-looking gentleman, with a queer look about the eyes, and a dark moustache curled round at the corners. 

"Yes, yes," Guy cried eagerly, "that's him right enough. The eyes mark the man. And where was he going to?" 

"He had his things labelled," the porter said, "for Plymouth." 

"And when does the next train start?" Guy inquired, all on fire. 

The porter, consulting the time-table in the muddle-headed way peculiar to railway porters, and stroking his chin with his hand to assist cerebration, announced, after a severe internal struggle, that the 3.45 down, slow, was the earliest train available. 

There was nothing for it then, Guy perceived, but to run home to his rooms, possessing his soul in patience, pack up a few things in his Gladstone bag, and return at his leisure to catch the down train thus unfavourably introduced to his critical notice. 

If Guy had dared, to be sure, he might have gone straight to a police-station, and got an inspector to telegraph along the line to stop the thief with his booty at Basingstoke or Salisbury. But Guy didn't dare. For to interfere with Nevitt now by legal means would be to risk the discovery of his own share in the forgery. And from that risk the startled and awakened young man shrank for a thousand reasons; though the chief among them all was certainly one that never would have occurred to any one but himself as even probable. 
Where did Guy run home to?
What kind of bag did he have?
What was Guy's last name?
Where did he arrive too late?
Who was Guy asking about?
Was he stylish?
Where was he headed to?
When was the next train scheduled to go?
What could Guy have dared?
Why?
What would happen if he took legal measures?
For how many reasons did he not want to do that?
Which train had Nevitt gone on?
Who said Nevitt had a weird look in his eyes?
What did Guy say mark a man?
What did the porter look at for the next train?
How did he know where Nevitt was going?
Who was muddle-headed?
Where was the porter?
What did Guy say excitedly?
to his rooms
There was nothing for it then, Guy perceived, but to run home to his rooms,
a Gladstone bag
pack up a few things in his Gladstone bag,
Waring
Guy Waring
Waterloo
Guy Waring reached Waterloo ten minutes too late.
Nevitt
Nevitt had gone on by the West of England express.
He was a sharp-looking gentleman
He was a sharp-looking gentleman,
Plymouth
"He had his things labelled," the porter said, "for Plymouth." 
3.45
the 3.45 down, slow, was the earliest train available. 
he might have gone straight to a police-station
If Guy had dared, to be sure, he might have gone straight to a police-station, and got an inspector to telegraph along the line to stop the thief
and got an inspector to telegraph along the line to stop the thief
 and got an inspector to telegraph along the line to stop the thief with his booty 
he would risk the discovery of his own share in the forgery
For to interfere with Nevitt now by legal means would be to risk the discovery of his own share in the forgery.
a thousand reasons
from that risk the startled and awakened young man shrank for a thousand reasons;
the West of England express
Nevitt had gone on by the West of England express
the porter
The porter at the labelling place "minded the gentleman well." He was a sharp-looking gentleman, with a queer look about the eyes
the eyes
The eyes mark the man.
the time-table
The porter, consulting the time-table 
Nevitt's things were labeled
"He had his things labelled," the porter said, "for Plymouth." 
the porter
The porter, consulting the time-table in the muddle-headed way peculiar to railway porters,
the labeling place
 The porter at the labelling place
"Yes, yes,"
"Yes, yes," Guy cried eagerly,