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`` The express will serve me , and give me time for breakfast at the Adelphi . Thank you ; good morning ; '' and the gentleman passed on , followed by the sailor . Wylie looked after him ; he noted that erect military carriage and crisp , gray hair and thick white mustache ; he had a vague idea that he had seen that face before , and the memory troubled him . At 7:30 Wylie started for London ; the military man followed him in the express at 9 , and caught him up at Rugby ; together they arrived at the station at Euston Square ; it was a quarter to three . Wylie hailed a cab , but , before he could struggle through the crowd to reach it , a railway porter threw a portmanteau on its roof , and his military acquaintance took possession of it . `` All right , '' said the porter . `` What address , sir ? ''