"After we had been riding a while," said the witness--I do not give James' words in telling it, but his own, as I afterward read them in the sworn testimony--"I noticed a person who sat on the opposite side of the car, facing us. His forehead was bent on his hand, and he was looking out from under his fingers, at the young man in front of me. It was his sinister expression which compelled me to notice him. His small, glittering, black eyes were fixed upon my neighbor with a look which made me shudder. I smiled at myself for my own sensation--said to myself it was none of my business--that I was nervous--yet, in spite of my attempts to be unconcerned, I was continually compelled to look across at the individual of whose serpent-gaze the young gentleman himself appeared totally unconscious. If he had once met those eyes, I am certain he would have been on his guard--for I assert, without other proof than what afterward transpired, that there was _murder_ in them, and that that person was Henry Moreland's murderer. I can not prove it--but my conviction is unalterable. I only wish, now, that I had yielded to my impulse to shake my unknown neighbor, and say to him--'See! there is an enemy! beware of him!' There was nothing but the man's look to justify such a proceeding, and of course I curbed my feelings. "The man was a common-looking person, dressed in dark clothes; he wore a low-crowned felt hat, slouched down on his forehead; I do not remember about his hair, but his eyes were black, his complexion sallow. I noticed a scar across the back of the hand which he held over his eyes, as if it had sometime been cut across with a knife; also that he had a large ring, with a red stone in it, on his little finger. "When the cars stopped at Blankville, this person arose and followed Henry Moreland from the car. I saw him step off the platform behind him, which was the last I saw of either of them." It may be imagined with what a thrill of fearful interest we listened to this account, and the thousand conjectures to which it gave rise. "It can not be difficult," I exclaimed, "to find other witnesses to testify of this man." We were assured by James that every effort had been made to get some trace of him. No person answering to the description was a resident of the village, and no one could be heard of as having been seen in the vicinity. Not a solitary lounger about the depot, or the hotel close at hand, could recall that he had seen such a stranger leave the cars; no such person had stopped at the hotel; even the conductor of the train could not be certain of such a passenger, though he had a dim recollection of a rough fellow in the car with Mr. Moreland--he had not observed where he left the train--thought his ticket was for Albany. "But we do not despair of some evidence, yet," said Mr. Argyll.