“What carriage was it—an open one?”
“No, sir. The big coupé.”
“Did you speak to Isabel, or did she address any word to you at that time?”
“No. I think not. I was so surprised, so disturbed, and I will confess, sir, so angry, that I do not remember much about the circumstance, only that Miss Mercedes was going away without me, and that she bade me good-by so coldly that it almost broke my heart.”
“So, as a matter of fact, you do not really know that Isabel was in the coupé at all?”
“Why, yes, I do.”
“Well, how do you know it? That is what I want to find out.”
“Why, who else would be there if she was not?”
“Exactly; who else, indeed?”
“I don’t know what you mean by that, sir?”