"A little man, M'nsieur, with a villainous face and villainous red cap. He had the air of a Republican leader, and there was a scar, very red, across his forehead."
"Marcel Trouet!"
The three looked at each other.
Michael's face was very grim.
"It was he who murdered my father."
"But why?"
Morice's voice faltered a little over the question.
"I cannot tell. But there can be no second possibility. He may have mistaken him for another."
"For——"
Count Jéhan shrugged his shoulders.