"Before we left Cluj, gracious lady, and so——"
"But they sold us tickets to Budapest, and said nothing about a breakdown," Rosemary exclaimed. And then she turned to her husband: "Jasper, tell me, is this man a fool or a liar, or am I half-witted? You took our tickets to Budapest. Did the man at the ticket-office say anything to you about a block on the line?"
"No," Jasper replied, "he did not."
"But our luggage?"
"We have no registered luggage—only what we have with us in the carriage."
"Of course, how stupid of me! But when the man clipped your ticket?"
"He didn't say anything."
Rosemary, impatient, her nerves on edge, turned again to the guard. "You saw the gracious gentleman's tickets," she said, "when we got into the train. Why didn't you warn us?"
"I thought perhaps the gracious lady and gentleman would only go as far as Sot and sleep there. I thought everyone knew about the landslide, and that every passenger had been warned."
"Can we get a car here that will take us to Hódmezö?"