"In that case, you might have paid him the compliment of remaining till the fall of the curtain."
Juliet trembled violently and clung to the wall. "Go on," she said faintly.
"You had a box, as I learned from the business manager. But shortly after eight your brother left the theatre: you departed after nine."
"I went to see an old friend in the neighborhood," stammered Juliet.
"Ah, and was that neighborhood this one, by any chance? In a hansom—which I believe you drove away in—one can reach this place from the Marlow Theatre in a quarter of an hour."
"I—I—did not come here."
"Then where did you go?"
"I decline to say."
"Where did your brother go?"
"He did not tell me. Did the manager inform you of anything else?"