“I say there wasn’t,” said Rawson.
“Well, you’re wrong there.”
Rawson was about to deny this somewhat strongly, but Nick stopped him, and said to the man:
“What do you know about it?”
“I know there was a man ridin’ with her.”
“How do you know it?” asked Nick.
“Why,” said the man, “I was standin’ in Sixth Avenue talkin’ with a friend when I saw my friend here, Rawson, pulled up in front of a swell dressmaker’s.
“Then I see his lady, the one he drives for, get out and go into the dressmaker’s.
“Well, ’twan’t any of my biz, and I wasn’t lookin’ sharp. By and by I happened to look at the coach, and there was a swell in it.”
“Are you sure of that?” asked Chick.