"They left Newhaven the morning after the murder. Their departure was very hurried, and the landlord is sure that the day before they had no intention of leaving."
"Where did they go to?"
"They took the boat to Dieppe. The porter saw them off."
"Have you been able to trace them farther?"
"Not yet, my lord, but I have sent one of my men to try and follow them up, and I have notified the continental police to be on the look-out for them. It's a pity that they have three days' start of us."
"But as you have an accurate description of both, I should imagine that they will soon be found."
"It's through the young 'un they'll be caught, if they are caught."
"Why, is he deformed in any way?"
"No, my lord, but they tell me he is abnormally small for a man of his age, for he must be twenty-two or three at the very least. The landlord believes that he is a jockey who had got into bad habits, and that the elder man is his trainer or backer. Of course, he may be right, but the waiters pooh-pooh the idea. They insist that the boy is a gentleman-born and servants are pretty good judges of such things, though you mightn't think it, my lord."
"I can quite believe it," assented Cyril. "But then there are many gentlemen jockeys."