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THE LODGER 17<br />

to his mind. A sudden draught made him turn up the collar of his<br />

camel's-hair coat, and he began to perspire heavily.<br />

The train slowed down. There was a sound of voices, hurried<br />

footsteps, and yellow light came in spurts through the chinks beside<br />

the blinds, while a voice could be heard above the din, shouting<br />

out the name of the station:<br />

"Mons!"<br />

A panting woman scrambled into another compartment in the<br />

same coach and could be heard slamming her baggage on to the rack.<br />

Elie awoke when someone flung the door open and called :<br />

" Frontier! All passports ready, please! "<br />

Propped on an elbow, Van der Boomp held his out.<br />

" Thank you, sir."<br />

Elie showed his and the man flicked the leaves over with a careless<br />

linger.<br />

" Thank you."<br />

The train started and stopped again.<br />

" Feignies Junction. All change for . . ."<br />

Another man entered the compartment, and switched on the<br />

white light.<br />

" French Customs. Have you anything to declare? "<br />

Van der Boomp was less flushed, now that the door had been<br />

opened several times and the heat in the carriage reduced. But he<br />

still looked half-dazed, though he was awake enough to hold out<br />

a cigar-case containing six fat cigars.<br />

" Right. Nothing else? What's in that suitcase? "<br />

" Clothes—none of them new."<br />

Elie, who had no luggage, held out his box of cigarettes. The<br />

Customs officer retired and shut the door.<br />

There was a hubbub of voices, shouts, footsteps, on the platform.<br />

An agitated woman could be heard enquiring shrilly of a porter:<br />

" Is the train leaving at once? "<br />

" No, not till thirty-tw> past "<br />

Elie lay down again, after switching off the white light.* Van der<br />

Boomp seemed to have trouble in getting off to sleep and changed<br />

his position several times. But after a quarter of an hour or so he<br />

started snoring again.<br />

Elie's eyes were open. His hands were so wet that he could hardly<br />

grip the spanner, which was coated with a film of sweat. He kept<br />

his eyes fixed on the small lamp-bulb overhead, the filaments of<br />

which showed white through the blue glass.

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