“No, monsieur. She was dark and tall, and closely veiled. She was here but a few minutes since.”
“Dark and tall!” Mr. Sabin repeated to himself thoughtfully. “Emil, you are telling me the truth?”
“I do not dare to tell you anything else, monsieur,” the man answered.
Mr. Sabin did not continue his interrogations for a few moments. Suddenly he looked up.
“Has that lady left the place yet, Emil?”
“No, monsieur!”
Mr. Sabin smiled.
“Have you a back exit?” he asked.
“None that the lady would know of,” Emil answered. “She must pass along the passage which borders this apartment, and enter the bar by a door from behind. If monsieur desires it, it is impossible for her to leave unobserved.”
“That is excellent, Emil,” Mr. Sabin said. “Now there is one more question—quite a harmless one. Annette spoke of my life being in some way insured.”