t,
and Jacqueline nestled down beside me, and we looked at each other and
were happy.

And then, at the very moment when the wheels began to revolve, Leroux
stepped down from a neighbouring train. As he passed our window he
espied us.

He started and glared, and then he came racing back toward us, shaking
his fists and yelling vile expletives. He tried to swing himself
aboard in his fury despite the fact that the doors were all shut. A
porter pushed him back and the last I saw of him he was still pursuing
us, screaming with rage.

I knew that he would follow on the nine o'clock train, reaching Quebec
about five the following afternoon. That gave us five hours' grace.
It was not much, but it was something to have Jacqueline safe with me
even until the morrow.

I turned toward her, fearful that she had recognized the man and
realized the situation. But she was smiling happily at my side, and I
was confident then that, by virtue of that same mental inhibition, she
had neither seen nor heard the fellow.

"Paul, it is _bon voyage_ for both of us," she said.

"Yes, my dear."

She looked at me thoughtfully a minute.

"Paul, when we get home----"

"Jacqueline?"

"I do not know," she said, putting her palms to her head. "Perhaps I
shall remember then. But you--you must stay with me, Paul."

Her lips quivered slightly. She turned her head away and looked out of
the window at the horrible maze of houses in the Bronx and the
disfiguring sign-boards.

New York was slipping away. All my old life was slipping away like
this--and evil following us. I slipped one of the automatics out of my
suit-case into my pocket and swore that I would guard Jacqueline from
any shadow of harm.

Each minute that I spent with her increased my passion for her. I had
ceased to have illusions on that score. One question recurred to my
mind incessantly. Could she be ignorant that she had a husband
somewhere? Would she tell me--or was this the chief of the memories
that she had laid aside?

I opened one of the newspapers that I had bought at the station
bookstand, dreading to find in flaring letters the headlines announcing
the discovery of the body.

I found the announcement--but in small type. The murder was ascribed
to a gang battle--the man could not be identified, and apparently both
police and public considered the affair merely one of those daily
slayings that occur in that city.

Another newspaper devoted about