“Left-over affair! Didn’t you see her?”
“No. I merely saw a woman—that is, I merely saw the costume of a woman, not the woman herself.”
“Then you didn’t recognize her?”
“Certainly not. Do I know her?”
“Know her! Say, will you wait here a second until I excuse myself to my companion who was with me? I want to talk to you.”
“Yes; I will wait.”
Danton hurried away, made his excuses to the man who had halted a few feet distant and was awaiting him, and then returned to Nick Carter.
“Shall we go into the hotel, shall we walk, or shall we—what shall we do, Carter? I want dreadfully to talk with you.”
“Let’s walk. We can go in the direction of my house. That is where I was headed for when your episode of the carriage arrested my attention. Now, what is the matter, Danton?”
“Everything is the matter.”