“I was not aware that you changed carriages at Exeter.”
“I wondered if you noticed it. I fancy you were asleep.”
“A singular thing happened to me before I reached my journey’s end – a singular and a disagreeable thing.”
“How do you mean?”
“I was robbed.”
“Robbed?”
“Did you notice anybody get into the carriage when you, as you say, got out?”
“Not that I am aware of. You know it was pretty dark. Why, good gracious! is it possible that after all it wasn’t my imagination?”
“What wasn’t your imagination?”
He came closer to me – so close that he touched my sleeve with his gloved hand.
“Do you know why I left the carriage when I did? I left it because I was bothered by the thought that there was someone in it besides us two.”
“Someone in it besides us two?”
“Someone underneath the sea
