“None of us liked the tall, dark-faced woman, with the little, red scar over her left eye,” said a woman who lived near the place, and whom the detective addressed.
“What did you call her?”
“Oh, we never called on her at all. She was very exclusive.”
“Had no visitors, eh?”
“Yes, sometimes. A man would drop in, generally after dark, and stay about half an hour.”
“You saw him, did you?”
“I couldn’t help it, you see, from where I live.”
“What was he like?”
“He was younger than the woman. He was always well dressed, like a swell nabob, and carried himself like a sport.”
“Claude again,” thought Carter. “You never saw the woman go out?”