For fully a minute there was silence. Malcolm Sage decided that Lady Glanedale certainly possessed the faculty of telling a story with all the events in their proper sequence. He found himself with very few questions to put to her.
"Can you describe the man?" he asked as he mechanically turned over the leaves of a book on a table beside him.
"Not very well," she replied. "I saw little more than a silhouette against the window. He was of medium height, slight of build and I should say young."
"That seems to agree with the description of the man who robbed Mrs.
Comminge," he said as if to himself.
"That is what the inspector said," remarked Lady Glanedale.
"His voice?"
"Was rather husky, as if he were trying to disguise it."
"Was it the voice of a man of refinement or otherwise?"
"I should describe it as middle-class," was the snobbish response.
"The mask?"