“I’ve solved the mystery,” he said. “Naïa, your car was run into outside the station a few minutes after you left it. And I’m sorry to say that your chauffeur was badly enough hurt to require an ambulance.”
“Where on earth did you learn that?”
“The official at the taxicab control told me. I went to him because that is where one is likely to receive information.”
“Caron hurt!” murmured the Princess. “What a shame! Where did they take him, Jim?”
“To the Charité.”
“I’ll go this afternoon. But where is that imbecile groom of mine?”
“It appears that he and a policeman went to a garage on the repair truck that took your car.”
“Was he arrested?”
“What a contretemps!” exclaimed the Princess Mistchenka. “We shall have to take a taxicab after all!”