"Not unlikely," replied the other.
But Jim Horton knew better. Consideration for Moira's position had kept him silent and inactive until the present moment, but he was angry now at Quinlevin's dastardly attempt at the murder of either or both of them, so nearly successful. And so, when the officials of the train led by a fussy, stout, black-bearded individual in buttons, returned to question him, he answered freely, his replies quickly translated by Piquette, describing Quinlevin.
"A monsieur with a mustache and Imperiale?" echoed the stout official, taking notes rapidly on a pad. "And mademoiselle had dark hair and blue eyes——?"
"They were of the party of four in the second carriage——," broke in the guard whom Jim had questioned earlier in the day.
"It is impossible, Monsieur. They left the train at St. Etienne."
"A party of four?" questioned Piquette, astonished.
"Oui, Madame. The two you mention besides another man and an older woman."
"What did the other two look like?" asked Jim, thinking of Harry.
"The old woman had reddish hair streaked with gray—the man was small, with a hooked nose."
"And the man with the hooked nose, did he leave at St. Etienne too?" asked Jim.