From a hundred and thirty to a hundred and fifty kilometers, I should say." "Yes, just about that distance, I should say," cried Hanaud.
His eyes brightened, and a smile, a rather fierce smile, came to his lips.

He opened the door, and examined with a minute scrutiny the floor of the carriage, and as he looked, the smile faded from his face.
Perplexity returned to it.

He took the cushions, looked them over and shook them out.
"I see no sign--" he began, and then he uttered a little shrill cry of satisfaction.

From the crack of the door by the hinge he picked off a tiny piece of pale green stuff, which he spread out upon the back of his hand.
"Tell me, what is this ?" he said to Ricardo.
"It is a green fabric," said Ricardo very wisely.
"It is green chiffon," said Hanaud.

"And the frock in which Mlle.