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In the same moment she felt it quietly taken from her and heard the same drawling voice addressing her recalcitrant driver. "Bring that suit-case across and look sharp about it." There was a curious quality of authority in the lazy voice to which the taxi-man responded in spite of himself, and he proceeded to obey the order with celerity.
Pimlico was a part of London that I had not patronized extensively in the days of my freedom, and I was rather in the dark about the precise situation of Edith Terrace. The taxi-man, however, seemed to suffer under no such handicap.
It's an urgent case." I leaped into the cab. Within five seconds from the time that I slammed the door and dropped back panting upon the cushions, we were speeding westward toward the house of the famous pathologist, thereby throwing the police hopelessly off the track. Faintly to my ears came the purr of a police whistle. The taxi-man evidently did not hear the significant sound.
McMurtrie's gentleman?" This seemed an accurate if not altogether flattering description of me, so I nodded my head. "That's right," I said. "I'm Mr. Nicholson." Then, as the heavily laden taxi-man staggered up the steps, I added: "And these are my belongings." With another bob she turned round, and leading the way into the house opened a door on the right-hand side of the passage.
His dressing-gown was tucked closely round him, and below it, his pink pyjamas fluttered in the thin breeze. His expression was calm. The taxi-man continued "I picked these gents up in the Euston Road. They was in a hurry. I thought they'd done something ordinary, same as what you or me might do, but it seems I was wrong. They've been and done something nasty.
I tell you, you ought to cop them." "When I was a boy," said the policeman, "I used to collect stamps." "Did yer," exclaimed the taxi-man sarcastically. "You do interest me, reely you do." "Yes, I used to collect stamps." The policeman settled himself more comfortably. "And afore that I was in the 'abit of collecting bits o' string." "You surprise me," said the taxi-man.
"She did seem a little upset when she hailed me, or I shouldn't have taken her. I was off home, and I only took her to oblige." The taxi-man ran quickly round to the other side of the cab and entered it by the off-door, behind Christine. Together the men lifted her up. "I can manage her," said G.J. calmly.
The taxi-man cut short any further question by saying: "If you'll get into the cab again, sir, I'll drive you where you want to go, and then wait while you have your dinner and take you to the station. By the way, your dinner's ordered too!" "But who the devil are you?" asked Desmond in amazement. "On special service, the same as you, sir!" said the man with a grin and Desmond understood.
He plunged into the crowd you know what a bunch of Russians, Hungarians, and Polish Jews get together in East Broadway about ten-thirty so I rushed to the second cab, swapped coats and hats again, gave the taxi-man the five-spot, and put him in charge of his own cab.
"This is what you have said," declared Dunbar, taking up an official form, and, with a movement of his hand warning the taxi-man to pay attention: "'I, Frederick Dean, motor-cab driver, was standing on the rank in Little Abbey Street to-night at about a quarter to nine. My cab was the second on the rank.
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