reappeared ushering in a smart-looking young man, who carried a
shiny coachman's hat in his hand.

"Struck it right fust time," the porter remarked cheerfully. "This
is the man, sir."

Mr. Sabin turned his head.

"You drove a lady from here to the New York, New Haven & Hartford
Depot last Friday?" he asked.

"Well, not exactly, sir," the man answered. "The Duchess took my
cab, and the first address she gave was the New York, New Haven
& Hartford Depot, but before we'd driven a hundred yards she pulled
the check-string and ordered me to go to the Waldorf. She paid me
there, and went into the hotel."

"You have not seen her since?"

"No, sir!"

"You knew her by sight, you say. Was there anything special about
her appearance?"

The man hesitated.

"She'd a pretty thick veil on, sir, but she raised it to pay me,
and I should say she'd been crying. She was much paler, too, than
last time I drove her."