“Why did you set so late an hour?”
“Because I had a political appointment which I knew would detain me until nearly eleven o’clock.”
“Enough of that, then,” said Nick. “It covers that part of the ground. At what time did you arrive at her flat?”
“It was after eleven, nearly half past.”
“You found her at home?”
“Yes.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, so far as I knew.”
“What followed?”
“I had removed my—but I am getting ahead of my story,” Gordon broke off. “Knowing the reputation of the woman, Nick, and that my face has become a very familiar one because of the political placards about town, and apprehending that I might be recognized, if seen going there, and incur adverse and unjust criticism, I resolved to visit her in disguise.”