“There has been an accident,” the man declared. “An American gentleman who got in at Vienna was drinking whiskey all night and became very drunk. In a tunnel he threw himself out upon the line.”
Bellamy shuddered a little. He had been prepared, but none the less it was an awful thing, this.
“You are sure that he is dead?” he asked.
The man was very sure indeed.
“There is a doctor from Vienna upon the train, sir,” he said. “He examined him at once, but death must have been instantaneous.”
Bellamy drew a long breath and commenced to put on his clothes. The next move was for him.
CHAPTER V
“VON BEHRLING HAS THE PACKET”
Bellamy stole along the half-lit corridors of the train until he came to the coupé which had been reserved for Mademoiselle Idiale. Assured that he was not watched, he softly turned the handle of the door and entered. Louise was sitting up in her dressing-gown, drinking her coffee. He held up his finger and she greeted him only with a nod.
“Forgive me, Louise,” he whispered, “I dared not knock, and I was obliged to see you at once.”
She smiled.