“True.”
“She appears to be——”
“Wait!” Nick interrupted. “Ah, she has found him. He was dancing in the rear parlor.”
The music had ceased and the dance ended.
A man in the costume of a Mexican toreador had just emerged from the room mentioned.
The woman in starry black hastened to approach and speak to him.
He bowed and listened to her, while she slipped one hand around his arm and strove to draw him away. He hesitated for a few seconds, then bowed again and accompanied her.
They disappeared into a diverging hall, one leading to a side door of the palatial residence.
“We’ll go out this way,” Nick muttered, turning toward the front door.
“Out after them?” questioned Chick, a bit surprised.