"Is that so?"
"Yes, at Lord Calliston's chambers, between eleven and twelve o'clock on Monday night."
"Who says I saw her?"
"Mrs. Povy."
Myles Desmond's lip curled.
"You seem to have obtained all your information beforehand," he said with a sneer; "perhaps you'll tell me what you want to know from me?"
"First--did you see Miss Sarschine on Monday?"
"Yes! I did, but in the afternoon, not at night."
"But Mrs. Povy said she called on you there, on Monday night."
"Mrs. Povy is mistaken, I did not see her."