“I didn’t know anything about any concert, sir. I’m doorkeeper here——”
“Not know about my concert!” cried Carpentaria. Then he calmed himself. “Mr. Ilam came before the Soudanese brought the note to you?”
“Yes, sir, but only a few seconds before. He had but just gone in when the Soudanese came. I was talking to the driver of the motor-car as was waiting, sir, here in front of the door.”
“Oh. So there was a motor-car?”
“Yes, sir. It was one of the City cars. No. 28, sir. To take the money away, sir.”
“Good. Who was the driver? Do you know his name?”
“I think his name’s Pratt, sir.”
“Then you left immediately and went to my office and waited for me, and then?”
“Then I got tired of waiting and I came back here, sir.”
“Good,” said Carpentaria. “Mr. Gloucester, the garage is indicated as our next resort.”