CHAPTER IX.
FAST BOUND.
Roland Sefton had met with but few difficulties in getting clear away out of England, and there was little chance of his being identified, from description merely, by any of the foreign police, or by any English detective on the Continent who was not as familiar with his personal appearance as the Riversborough force were.

In his boyhood he had spent many months, years even, in his mother's native village with her father, M.Roland Merle, the pastor of a parish among the Jura Mountains.

It was as easy for him to assume the character of a Swiss mountaineer as to sustain that of a prosperous English banker.

The dress, the patois, the habits of the peasant were all familiar to him, and his disguise in them was as complete as disguise ever can be.

The keen eye either of love or hate can pierce through all disguises.
Switzerland was all fatherland to him, as much so as his native country, and the county in which Riversborough was situated.