"Oh, her, sir!" The man was in ill-humor at having been called from his bed at such an hour. "I believe they have, sir. I 'eard some one say as it was all up with some one. I suppose it was 'er they meant, sir. Now don't crowd, please, there's more cars be'ind this one!"
Carleigh stood as one stunned.
It was the voice of the marchioness that recalled him.
"Did you find me a smoke?" she was asking.
"Cigarettes," said Carleigh, "are as scarce as—as watches, unfortunately." And his tone was more lifeless than ever.
CHAPTER XVIII
At Cross Saddle
Carleigh found himself presently crowded into the last seat of the last car, beside the Honorable Julian.
The occupants were men exclusively, and the subject of debate was the fire's origin. This was mingled with snatches of personal experiences.