“You liked it with Mr. Carwell, then?”
“Truly the situation was in itself delightful. But I could not manage the big car as he liked, and we had to part. There was no other way.”
The detective narrowly observed the driver beside whom he sat. Jean did not look well. He had much of the appearance of the “morning after the night before,” and his hand was not very steady as he shifted the gear lever.
“How much longer have you to stay here, Jean?”
“About two weeks. My month will be up then.”
“And then you go—”
“I do not know, monsieur. Probably to New York. That is a great headquarters.”
“So I believe.”
“If monsieur should hear of a family that—”
“Yes, I'll bear you in mind, Jean. You are steady and reliable, I presume?” and the colonel smiled.