“I said in the commencement, René, that we had to discuss this affair from every angle,” he began. “Be reasonable and sit down.”
Instead of complying, the Frenchman tramped excitedly up and down the room.
“What is your next angle?” he demanded. “More insults?”
“No, René; the taxi-driver——”
“To be sure, the taxi-driver. Have you talked with him?”
“Not yet.”
“No? Ah, you would rather come and insult me; you could not go on my simple word and arrest him as the murderer, but you think me guilty!” La Montagne, gesticulating wildly, moved about the room as if on springs.
“For heaven’s sake sit down and keep quiet,” begged Maynard. “I tried to see the taxi-driver, Sam, but he was with you——”
“With me?” La Montagne stepped back, astounded.
“Yes; I saw him driving your car and chased after you, hoping to see you together,” explained Maynard. “Did you question him?”