Little did the smuggler captain dream, as he ran his eyes over the rustic-looking passenger, that under that clownish hat was the busy brain that had trailed him and his crew down to such a fine point.
The detective, meantime, was happy, and at the moment little dreamed of the terrible tragedy that had occurred, and which, strangely enough, but awaited his unraveling.
The half hour glided by, and at length the smuggler captain and the detective boarded the train.
CHAPTER XXIX.
The detective acted well his part, and attracted little attention from the master of the "Nancy," until the latter, for lack of something better to do, took a seat beside our hero.
"On your way to the city?"
"Yes."
"Do you go there often?"
"No."
"You live at G——-?"