“What is the gentleman to you?” she was interrogated.
“Absolutely nothing,” contemptuously.
The minister inspected his rings.
“He has annoyed me at various times,” continued Nora; “that is all. And his actions on Friday night warrant every suspicion I have entertained against him.”
The chief of police turned toward the bandaged chauffeur. “You recognize the gentleman?”
“No, Monsieur, I never saw him before. It was an old man who engaged me.”
“Go on.”
“He said that Mademoiselle’s old teacher was very ill and asked for assistance. I left Mademoiselle at the house and drove away. I was hired from the garage. That is the truth, Monsieur.”
Nora smiled disbelievingly. Doubtless he had been paid well for that lie.
“And you?” asked the chief of Nora’s chauffeur.