She shook her head.
“No—he spoke in a whisper. I did not see his face, though I have an idea that he was wearing a cap. The policeman said he should have taken the number of the car.”
“Oh, the policeman said that, did he?” remarked Michael sardonically. “Well, there’s hope for him.”
For a minute he was immersed in thought, and then:
“I’ll take you to the studio if you don’t mind,” said Michael.
He left her to go to her dressing-room, there to learn that work had been suspended for the day, and went in search of Jack.
“You’ve seen everybody of consequence in this neighbourhood,” he said. “Do you know anybody who drives a sedan and wears a diamond ring on the little finger of the right hand?”
“The only person I know who has that weakness is Mendoza,” he said.
Michael whistled.
“I never thought of Mendoza,” he said, “and Adele described the hand as ‘small and womanly.’ ”