“Hurt!” he repeated. “How should Madame Barras be hurt?”
“In the robbery,” I said.
“Robbery!” and he repeated that word. “There has been no robbery!”
I replied in some astonishment.
“Really, Sir Henry! You but now assured me that I would remember this night's robbery.”
The drawl got back into his voice.
“Ah, yes,” he said, “quite so. You will remember it.”
The man was clearly, it seemed to me, so engrossed with the mystery that it was idle to interrogate him. And he was walking with a devil's stride.
Still the pointed query of the affair pressed me, and I made another effort.
“Why did these assailants take Madame Barras on with them?”