“But I confess to you that I am bent upon solving the mystery of Mademoiselle’s assailant. It means a very great deal to me.”
“How?” asked the man.
Hugh hesitated.
“Well,” he replied. “If the culprit is found, then there would no longer be any suspicion against myself.”
“Probably he never will be found,” the man said.
“But tell me, how did you know about the affair, and why are you risking arrest by driving me to-night?”
“I have reasons,” was all he would say. “I obey the demands of those who are your friends.”
“Who are they?”
“They desire to conceal their identity. There is a strong reason why this should be done.”
“Why?”