“On our way to Cairo?”
“Yes.”
“In the same hotel?”
“Yes.”
“But I had no acquaintance with madame, and had only exchanged a word or two with you, when you were suddenly summoned to Paris by a telegram.”
Braith bowed. He remembered well the false dispatch that had drawn him out of the way.
“Well, and when you left you told her you would be obliged to give up going to Cairo, and asked her to meet you in Vienna, whither you would have to go from Paris?”
“Oh, did I?”
“And you recommended a courier to her whom you knew very well, and in whom you had great confidence.”
“Ah! And what was that courier’s name?”