6:55
At any rate , as I passed in between the big pillars , `` The gateway of the North , '' I scrutinized , and closely , the numerous hurrying figures about me . None of them , by any stretch of the imagination , could have been set down for that of Dexter , The Stetson Man . No doubt , I concluded , I had been tricked by a chance resemblance . Having dispatched my telegram , I boarded the 6:55 . I thought I should have the compartment to myself , and so deep in reverie was I that the train was actually clear of the platforms ere I learned that I had a companion . He must have joined me at the moment that the train started . Certainly , I had not seen him enter .