“Assuredly.”
Then the detective had passed out one of the drawings, putting it face upward on the desk in front of the chief; and the latter had exclaimed at once:
“‘The Leopard!’ Of course it is ‘The Leopard.’” And then he had added as we have noted it down here. “Without a doubt.”
Nick Carter raised his brows, interrogatively.
“‘The Leopard?’” he repeated questioningly.
“Yes. That is the name by which she is best known, Carter. She had a different name for use in each one of the capitals of Europe, but ‘The Leopard’ is the one by which she is best known, and more generally recognized. I had been wondering what had become of her.”
“So you know all about her, chief?”
“All about her? No, indeed; very little about her, as a matter of fact—and a very great deal about her, too.”
“Isn’t that statement of yours rather ambiguous?”