“Nothing, except that it was small and white, and on the little finger was a large diamond ring. The fire in it was extraordinary, and I wondered why a man should wear a ring of that kind. You will think I am silly, but the sight of that hand gave me a terrible feeling of fear—I don’t know why, even now. There was something unnatural and abnormal about it. When I looked round again, Mr. Foss was walking rapidly in the other direction, and I made no attempt to overtake him.”
“You saw no number on the car?”
“None whatever.” She shook her head. “I wasn’t so curious.”
“You didn’t even see the silhouette of the man inside?”
“No, I saw nothing. His arm was raised.”
“What size was the diamond, do you think?”
She pursed her lips dubiously.
“He passed me in a flash, and I can’t give you any very accurate information, Mr. Brixan. It may be a mistake on my part, but I thought it was as big as the tip of my finger. Naturally I couldn’t see any details, even though I saw the car again last night.”
She went on to tell him of what happened on the previous night, and he listened intently.
“The man spoke to you—did you recognize his voice?”