“Ah! Now we’re getting on, Miss Elsie. You met him—after waiting a long time. He had an enormous sum of money. You alone knew that he was coming. He trusted in you so as to be safe in a city comparatively strange—to him. He—”
“Trusted me—yes! We stopped at Figaro’s on Forty-second Street. We had a club sandwich served to us. I sat outside with him because I—I had these clothes on.”
The girl swept her hands over her leggins and short skirt.
“And then?”
“Why, I took him on uptown within six or seven blocks of the Rockingham. He said he would walk the rest of the way. I left him on the curb. He started north.”
“That’s clear,” said Fay. “He started north. Did you see him any more?”
The girl dropped her eyes and studied the design of the office rug. “I did and I didn’t. He got in another cab—I think!”
“What?”
“Yes. There was no reason for him to do that. He had only a few blocks to go in order to reach the hotel.”
“What kind of a cab?”