He nodded slowly in the affirmative.
A silence fell between us. This discovery, coupled with Arnold's
mysterious connection with the trial of the adventuress who called
herself Lady Lettice Lancaster, caused me to ponder. Arnold had warned
me not to trust him entirely.
The train was now rushing down the incline, and in a few moments would
be at Newton Abbot, the junction for Torquay.
Without a word, my companion suddenly sprang to his feet, and taking a
railway key from his pocket, went out into the corridor and locked both
doors at either end of the carriage so that no one could pass along.