Frank H. Spearman,
The Daughter of a Magnate
“ It was a nasty night for any sort of a sleeper; for a dead one it was very bad. Glover walked into the Lalla Rookh vestibule, around the smoking-room passage, and into the main aisle of the car, dimly lighted at the hind end. He made his way to the stateroom. The open door gave him light, and he took off his storm-coat, pulled it over him for a blanket, and had closed his eyes when he reflected he had forgotten to warn O'Brien he must get off at Medicine Bend. ”
