Mr. Grimm approached
him.
"Beg pardon," he said, "did you see a woman come out of the back door,
there?"
"Yes, just a moment or so ago," replied the stranger. "She got into an
automobile at the corner. I imagine this is hers," and he extended a
handkerchief, a dainty, perfumed trifle of lace. "I picked it up
immediately after she passed."
Mr. Grimm took the handkerchief and examined it under the light. For a
time he was thoughtful, with lowered eyes, which, finally raised, met
those of the stranger with a scrutinizing stare.
"Why," asked Mr. Grimm slowly and distinctly, "why did you slam the door
in the girl's face?"
"Why did I--what?" came the answering question.
"Why did you slam the door in the girl's face?" Mr. Grimm repeated
slowly.
The stranger stared in utter amazement--an amazement so frank, so
unacted, so genuine, that Mr. Grimm was satisfied.
"Did you see a man come out the door?" Mr. Grimm pursued.
"No. Say, young fellow, I guess you've had a little too much to drink,
haven't you?"
But by that time Mr. Grimm was turning the corner.
V
A VISIT TO THE COUNT
The bland serenity of Mr.
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