He climbed into the car.

"The murder of Marthe Gobin on her way from the station will put our friends at their ease.

It will be published, no doubt, in the evening papers, and those good people over there in Geneva will read it with amusement.
They do not know that Marthe Gobin wrote a letter yesterday night.
Come, let us go!" "Where to ?" asked Ricardo.
"Where to ?" exclaimed Hanaud.

"Why, of course, to Geneva.".