XIII
ROBBERY; AMERICAN FASHION
"Tickets, please."
The guard took the one offered by Fandor.
"Excuse me, sir, there's a mistake here," he said.
"This train doesn't go to Marseilles?"
"The train, yes, but not the last carriage in which you are, for it is bound for Pontarlier, and will be slipped at Lyons from this express."
Fandor was nonplussed. The essential was to follow Josephine, ensconced in the compartment next to his.
"Well, I'll get into another carriage when we are off; it's so easy with the corridors."
"You can't do that, sir," insisted the guard. "While all the carriages for Marseilles in the front of the train communicate, this one is separated from them by a baggage car."