“I should judge that he was, as I now recall him.”
“A woman taller than that is very rare,” said Nick, “and one who should be quite easily traced.”
“That is true, sir.”
“Do you feel quite sure that it was a woman?”
“Sure? Why, certainly!” exclaimed Madame Victoria, laughing.
“For what reasons?”
“Because, Detective Carter, I saw the point of her chin under her black veil, and it was as smooth and white as my own.”
“Anything more?”
“Her hand and arm, too, what little I could see of the latter in the sleeve of her automobile coat, were as fair and plump as my own.”