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Collier Pratt took his watch out of his pocket, and looked at it hastily. "By jove," he said, "I had entirely forgotten. I have a child in my charge. I must be about looking after her." "A child?" Nancy cried, astonished. "Yes, a little girl. She's probably sitting up for me, poor baby. Can you get home alone, if I put you on a bus or a street-car?" "If you'll call a taxi for me " Nancy said.
"Pardon me, but if I can serve you in any way " "Thank you," she said with relief. "I must get away from this; it's unbearable." He put her and the boy into a taxi, whose driver had been early on the scene, and drove away with them, with a final promise to the sergeant to report later at the park station. "Brooklyn!" he ordered.
"We'll get a drink where I'm not known," said Brown. "I'll find a taxi." "Ve' kind," murmured McKay, following him unsteadily to the swinging doors that opened on Long Acre, now so dimly lighted that it was scarcely recognisable.
Past Aldgate went the taxi and down Commercial Road East, that broad long thoroughfare that leads to the East India Docks. At Limehouse Church the taxi stopped, and Peggy alighted and paid the man. Almost immediately a young man, the cut of whose overcoat and the angle of whose hat at once marked him as a Spaniard, approached her.
"One of the fellows . . . took me on one side, you know . . . asked me a few questions . . ." He broke off and waved to a taxi which was rolling lazily down Whitehall. "I must go and see my own man. Good-bye." "Good-bye! Good luck!" Eric cried. As he walked home he wondered how much composure he would shew if a sentence of death were slapped at him like an overdue bill.
And there fell a silence broken only by the throbbing of the taxi, and the drip, drip, drip, of the rain. The taxi came to a stand close to the lamp-post against which the flute-player leaned, but he made no move to open the door. The light flared on his ashen face, showing it curiously apathetic. His instrument dangled from one nerveless hand. A man in evening dress stepped from the taxi.
"To-night, down at Crest Haven, I overheard one of the taxi drivers telling another about a guy that had come down there and described a woman whom he said must have gotten off at Crest Haven and taken a taxi back to Marvin. The description fitted you all right, and the driver gave him your name and address. He said he got a five spot for doing it."
I will call for Phoebe at three in a taxi, then we will make for Grandison Square." Carrissima left Weymouth Street in the highest spirits, and at last began to wonder whether her long patience was by way of being rewarded.
Then the cab turned swiftly into a side street, and, reaching Fifth Avenue, shot northward on that well-known thoroughfare. "Can you catch that other taxi?" asked Dick, anxiously. "I can try," was the grim answer. "He's going some, though!" "Maybe they'll be held up at some cross street." "Not this time in the morning," answered the driver, "They've got a straight road to the Park."
"Jocelyn Thew is staying there, and you may be able to keep an eye on him. Here we are. Taxi? Savoy! Now, Brightman." "You don't want me to make a long story of it, sir," Brightman observed, as they drove off. "Just the things that count, that's all."
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