"Our servant attended to all that till she was taken sick. Since then
I've done what little there was to do. We've eaten most of our meals at
restaurants."

"What restaurants?"

"Oh, all around. There's the Alcazar, for instance, where we have
sometimes dined together."

"Does the head waiter there know her?"

"I suppose he would remember her face. He doesn't know the name."

"All right. I'll have him look at the body."

"But, man, you're going to let me look at it, aren't you?" exclaimed
Jones. "That would settle it, I should think."

"I'll take you there now, and we will try to get somebody from the
Alcazar at the same time."

Nick took the prisoner at once to the Alcazar. The head waiter
remembered Jones' face. He had seen him dining with a lady who had
beautiful light hair.

The three went to the undertaker's rooms.

Nick watched Jones narrowly as he approached the body. He started
violently at the first sight of it. Then he became calm.