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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: even learned the number of his berth, and the night before the
wreck, just as I was boarding the train, I got a telegram."
Hotchkiss stepped forward once more importantly. "Which read, I
think: 'Man with papers in lower ten, car seven. Get them.'"
Sullivan looked at the little man with sulky blue eyes.
"It was something like that, anyhow. But it was a nasty business,
and it made matters worse that he didn't care that a telegram which
must pass through a half dozen hands was more or less incriminating
to me.
"Then, to add to the unpleasantness of my position, just after we
boarded the train - I was accompanying my sister and this young lady,
The Man in Lower Ten | 
