Duvall threw himself into a chair.
"I'm a bit disgusted with myself," he said.
"What about? I may ask you now, may I not? Is it about that wretched Morton case? I must talk to you about that. May I? You see, you rather got me into it, last night, and I got myself into it, too, by coming up to your hotel to see you, and now you've got to tell me how things turned out, after you left the theater, or I shall not know just what to do."
"About what?"
"I'll tell you that, after I hear about last night."
Duvall laughed, although a trifle grimly.
"I'm not particularly proud of last night," he said.
"Wasn't the woman who fainted the one you were after?" asked Grace.
"Yes. I'm sure she was. But unfortunately, she got away from me." He outlined to Grace the circumstances which led up to the woman's escape from the cab.
"You say she was a small, slight woman, with light hair?"