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words and gave it to the porter, who disappeared.
"I guess that's all I can do," he said. "I've had enough trouble this trip to last for a year. They don't need a conductor on these trains any more; what they ought to have is a sheriff and a posse."
The porter from the next car came in and whispered to him. The conductor rose unhappily.
"Next car's caught the disease," he grumbled. "Doctor, a woman back there has got mumps or bubonic plague, or something. Will you come back?"
The strange porter stood aside.
"Lady about the middle of the car," he said, "in black, sir, with queer-looking hair—sort of copper color, I think, sir."
