CHAPTER XIX
Cliona Receives a Guest
“I’LL pay the fare, for I’ve no tickets.” The conductor nodded and counted out change.
“A nasty sort of night, Mr. O’Hara,” he observed affably.
Like every man on that short line, he knew half his passengers by sight, many by name, and there was little gossip going about at any of the smaller stations with which he was not acquainted. O’Hara had ridden with him only a few times, but the conductor was familiar with every extraneous fact concerning the Irishman’s life at Carpentier. He remembered taking him to Undine earlier in the evening.
Now O’Hara was going in town, where he was said never to go, and accompanied by a mysterious female.
At that hour—eleven thirty—there was not another passenger on the inbound train, so the conductor had plenty
