Roger Thornhill reaches Track 34, the entrance to the 20th Century Limited.
“Tickets, please,” says a conductor at the entrance.
“No, I’m just seeing some friends off,” says Roger, hurriedly. He spies two police officers headed his way.
“Sorry, I’ll have to know the name and space before I can let you through,” says the conductor, as Roger jumps past him down the entryway. “Just a minute! Hey! Come here!” yells the conductor after him.
Running quickly past a sleeper car (The Imperial State 10006), Roger ducks into the entrance to another car.
He trots down an empty hallway next to the sleeping rooms. Looking out a window, he spies the two police officers entering the car ahead of him.
Roger doubles back the other way, and bumps into a blonde woman in the passageway.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” says Roger, as he tries to pass by the woman.
“My fault,” says the woman. They continue to block each other’s way as they try to pass.
The blonde woman notices the police officers behind a red hat at the other end of the passageway. Roger turns, sees them as well, and ducks into the blonde woman’s room. Roger closes the door behind him, leaving the blonde woman alone in the passageway.
“He went that way,” says the blonde woman to the police officers. “I think he got off.”