“A mouth isn’t much to go by,” she observed, with a very wan smile.
“It happens to be your mouth,” he replied.
She rose to her feet and stood for a moment as though listening. Then she thrust her hand down into the bosom of her gown and produced a small roll of paper wrapped in a sheet of oilskin. He took it from her at once and slipped it into the breast pocket of his coat.
“You understand what you are doing?” she persisted.
“Perfectly;” he replied.
She crossed the room towards the hearthrug and stood there for a moment, leaning against the mantelpiece.
“Is there anything else I can do?” he asked.
She turned around. There was a wonderful change in her face.
“No one saw me,” she said. “I do not think that there is any one but you who could positively identify the car. Neither my aunt nor the maid who is with us has any idea that I left my room last night.”
“Your clothes?”