12/16 After a minute's delay, a driver returned and climbed to the seat--but it was not the same driver. He wore the same coat and hat, but a different face looked out from the sheepskin collar turned up to the ears. There was no one in the court-yard to notice this trifling change. Barebone was not even looking out of the window. He had never glanced at the cabman's face, whose vehicle had happened to be lingering at the corner of the Ruelle St.Jacob when Colville and his companion had emerged from the high doorway of the Hotel Gemosac. |