The Blue Sequin — R. Austin Freeman

Thorndyke stood looking up and down the platform with anxiety that increased as the time drew near for the departure of the train. This is very unfortunate, he said, reluctantly stepping into an empty smoking compartment as the guard executed a flourish with his green flag. I am afraid we have missed our friend. He closed the door, and, as the train began to move, thrust his head out of the window. Now I wonder if that will be he, he continued. If so, he has caught the train by the skin of his teeth, and is now in one of the rear compartments. The subject of Thorndyke's speculations was Mr. Edward Stopford, of the firm of Stopford and Myers, of Portugal Street, solicitors, and his connection with us at present arose out of a telegram that had reached our chambers on the preceding evening. It was reply-paid, and ran thus: