“What is that noise?” he said.
“Oh, the horses behind us, I suppose,” said the Colonel. “I thought we had got clear of them.”
“The horses behind us! No,” said the Professor, “it is not horses, and it is not behind us.”
Almost as he spoke, across the end of the street before them two shining and rattling shapes shot past. They were gone almost in a flash, but everyone could see that they were motorcars, and the Professor stood up with a pale face and swore that they were the other two motorcars from Dr. Renard’s garage.
“I tell you they were his,” he repeated, with wild eyes, “and they were full of men in masks!”
“Absurd!” said the Colonel angrily. “ Dr. Renard would never give them his cars.”
“He may have been forced,” said Ratcliffe quietly. “The whole town is on their side.”
“You still believe that,” asked the Colonel incredulously.
“You will all believe it soon,” said the other with a hopeless calm.
There was a puzzled pause for some little time, and then the Colonel began again abruptly—
“No, I can’t believe it. The thing is nonsense. The plain people of a peaceable French town—”
He was cut short by a bang and a blaze of light, which seemed close to his eyes. As the car sped on it left a floating patch of white smoke behind it, and Syme had heard a shot shriek past his ear.