Mr. Quail, therefore, proposed to travel to “Othello” by way of Glasgow, taking the 9.47 at St. Pancras on the evening of the 10th—last Monday—and engaging a bed on that train.
It is essential, if a full, Christian and sane view is to be had of this relation, that the reader should note the following details:—
Mr. Quail had engaged the bed. He had sent his cheque for it a week before and held the receipt signed “T. Macgregor, Superintendent”.
True, there was a notice printed very small on the back of the receipt saying the company would not be responsible in any case of disappointment, overcrowding, accident, delay, robbery, murder, or the Act of God; but my friend Mr. Quail very properly paid no attention to that rubbish, knowing well enough (he is a J.P.) that a man cannot sign himsel
