“He had on a light fawn overcoat, and a traveling cap. He was tall and slender, like, and the back of his head was dark.”
“You didn’t know him?”
“Oh, no, I don’t think so, sir.”
“It was not your master, Mr. Carrington, by any chance?”
Mason looked rather startled.
“Oh! I don’t think so, sir!”
“But you are not sure?”
“It was about the master’s build, sir—but I never thought of it being him. We so seldom saw him. I couldn’t say it wasn’t him!”
Poirot picked up a pin from the carpet, and frowned at it severely; then he continued: “Would it be possible for the man to have entered the train at Bristol before you reached the carriage?”
Mason considered.