"Expect? Not that exactly; it was possible; I suspected something like this might occur."
"And you did not warn him?"
The blind man's hands sought each other on the coverlet and clasped together. "It was not necessary to warn him, Harriet; Mr. Eaton already knew. Who was in the car?"
"Three men."
"Had you seen any of them before?"
"Yes, one—the man who drove."
"Where?"
"On the train."
The color on Santoine's face grew brighter. "Did you know who he was?"
"No, Father."