“No, sir.”
“Who was in the car?”
“Only the two ladies and Hopkins, the chauffeur,” said Garland. “To be more correct, however, Miss Barclay had alighted and was standing beside the car when I approached. She knew I would like to ride in the seat with Miss Warren, of whom I am especially fond, and she took the seat next to the chauffeur after our greeting.”
“Just before you started for home, I infer?”
“Certainly.”
“What were you carrying except the portfolio?”
“Only the book I had been reading.”
“What did you do with them after entering the touring car?”
“I placed them beside me on the seat,” said Garland.
Then, with a quick frown, he impulsively added: