“Yes—well guarded.”
“I’ll come along,” said Marescal.
“If you don’t mind, sir. But first I should like to learn exactly what happened on the train.”
“Right,” said Marescal
The inspector climbed up into the car, with a policeman. Marescal at once took him to the compartment in which lay the body of the English girl.
“Everything’s going all right,” Ralph said to himself. “If old pomade-pot starts expounding his theory, it will keep him busy for a while.”
The confusion had cleared from his mind; he was aware of quite unexpected intentions which had suddenly risen in his mind, without his knowing it, so to speak, and without his understanding at all the secret motives of his actions.
He opened the window, leaned out, and examined the line on that side of the carriage. Darkness and not a soul!
He jumped down. [[49]]