“Afterward. I went to his home and saw him in the taxicab you were kind enough to get for me.”
“Yes?”
“I did not give the cabman the address at the time, because I did not know who might be standing around the hotel to overhear me. So I directed the man to take me to Riverside Drive. Afterward I gave him the prince’s New York address. It is a house called Crownledge. It looks over the Hudson and faces the Palisades.”
“I know the place,” remarked Nick. “Stands in its own rather extensive grounds, and runs right down to the river bank.”
“That describes it,” she smiled. “About Marcos, I was going to say that, although he is strikingly like you in the face, he is not so strong, nor so—so——”
“Impetuous?” laughed Nick Carter. “I’m afraid I did seem so that night. But——”
“I was going to say brave,” interrupted Claudia Solado. “I live on the other side of the river, a few miles above Crownledge. When I found Marcos was safe, I had the taxi man take me to the ferry at One Hundred and Twenty-ninth Street, and I went home.”
“There is something more, is there not?” asked Nick.
“Yes,” she confessed, after some hesitation. “I was satisfied when I found Marcos had not been followed on the night of the ball, and I did not go to see if he was at home until this morning.”
“Yes?”