The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 9 Page 18

teeth and drank. After that I was sane and collected. Now I could hear people tramping on the ground outside, and see the flash of lanterns. In another moment a porter, whose silver buttons gleamed in the darkness, was pulling me through the window.

“Hurt?”

“No, not I. But if any one else is, I’m a doctor.”

“Here’s a doctor, sir,” he yelled to a gray-headed man near by. Then he stood still, wondering what he should do next. I perceived in the near distance the lights of a station.

“Is that Dover?”

“No, sir; Dover Priory. Dover’s a mile further on. There was a goods wagon got derailed on the siding just beyond the home signal, and it blocked the down line, and the driver of the express ran right into it, although the signal was against him —