“Nothing. It’s been pleasant being able to talk to you.” He slid the door open. “Good-bye, Josette.”
She shrugged her shoulders, stuffed the money into the pocket of her fur coat and sat down again in her corner. “Good-bye. It is not my fault if you are stupid.”
José laughed. “If you should think of changing your mind, Monsieur,” he began mincingly, “we …”
Graham shut the door and walked away along the corridor. His one desire was to get back to his own compartment. He did not notice Mathis until he had almost bumped into him.
The Frenchman drew back to let him pass. Then, with a gasp, he leaned forward.
“Monsieur Graham! Is it possible?”
“I was looking for you,” said Graham.
“My dear friend. I am so glad. I was wondering.… I was afraid.…”
“I caught the train at Asti.” He pulled the revolver from his pocket. “I wanted to return this to you with my thanks. I’m afraid that I haven’t had time to clean it. It has been fired twice.”
“Twice!” Mathis’ eyes widened. “You killed them both?”