22:26
`` No one in sight , '' Kirkwood told the girl . `` Come , please . '' He got out and gave her his hand , then paid the driver , picked up the two bags , and hurried with Dorothy into the station , to find in waiting a string of cars into which people were moving at leisurely rate . His inquiries at the ticket-window developed the fact that it was the 22:26 for Brussels , the last train leaving the Gare Centrale that night , and due to start in ten minutes . The information settled their plans for once and all ; Kirkwood promptly secured through tickets , also purchasing `` Reserve '' supplementary tickets which entitled them to the use of those modern corridor coaches which take the place of first-class compartments on the Belgian state railways . `` It 's a pleasure , '' said Kirkwood lightly , as he followed the girl into one of these , `` to find one 's self in a common-sense sort of a train again . ` Feels like home . ''