It will be worth another ten dollars to you if you can
find me the man who drove her."
"Well, we ought to manage that for you," the man remarked
encouragingly. "It was one of Steve Hassell's carriages, I guess,
unless the lady took a hansom."
"Very good," Mr. Sabin said. "See if you can find him. Keep my
inquiries entirely to yourself. It will pay you."
"That's all right," the man remarked. "Don't you go to bed for
half-an-hour, and I guess you'll hear from me again."
Duson busied himself in the bed-chamber, Mr. Sabin sat motionless
in his easy chair. Soon there came a tap at the door. The porter
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.
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