“Nor see him?”
“Yes, I saw him, I believe, at Modane with the rest when we dined.”
“Ah! exactly so. He dined at Modane. Was that the only occasion on which you saw him? You had never met him previously in Rome, where you resided?”
“Whom do you mean? The murdered man?”
“Who else?”
“No, not that I am aware of. At least I did not recognize him as a friend.”
“I presume, if he was among your friends—”
“Pardon me, that he certainly was not,” interrupted the Countess.
“Well, among your acquaintances—he would probably have made himself known to you?”
“I suppose so.”