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It's only a little past seven." He had taken her hand. She longed to press his, but she did not press it. He looked at her, she thought, rather curiously. "I've got a taxi at the door. It's rather a horrid night. You're not dressed for walking?" Again his look seemed to question her. She put up a hand to her face, near the mouth, nervously. "We had better drive.
She sat on the edge of the lumpy seat, alternately praying and gibbering, her hands clenched, her head throbbing with the sharp pain born of fear. "Oh, God," she murmured for the twentieth time, "don't let it happen, make him wait till I get there! Oh, God " The taxi slowed down with an ominous finality.
Punctually at half-past ten our taxi drew up outside the house numbered 460 Willow Road, Hampstead. Lights were in most of the windows, as though a party were in progress. Preston rang the bell. It was answered at once by a maid who had answered it in the morning, and before Preston had time to speak the maid asked us if we would come in.
I shall be here at eleven. 'I thought all Americans used slang, she said. 'You are the first English girl I have met, he answered with extraordinary venom in his voice, 'who has not said "ripping." Twenty minutes later Austin Selwyn, unable to secure a taxi, tramped along Oxford Street towards his hotel.
Through the redness she thought she saw a little woman in black catch the bag and stand still, looking up. Clo tried to wave her hand, motioning "Go on hurry!" and her lips formed the words. She was not sure whether the woman went, or whether she had been stopped at the taxi door by some men getting out of that gray limousine; the cloud of red had grown so thick. But there were noises behind her.
"Au revoir." she said to him, "never fear, you and I will meet very soon again!" With that she was gone. Desmond looked at his watch. It pointed to a quarter to six. "Now I wonder what time the leave-train starts tonight," he said aloud, one foot on the sideboard of the taxi. "At 7.45, sir," said a voice. "Desmond glanced round him. Then he saw it was the taxi-driver who had spoken.
From above came the mechanical runs and flourishes of a piano-organ against the drone of traffic; somewhere below there was a rapid squeak of voices. The corridors and stairs were wrapped in warm darkness, and, after one stumble, Eric felt a hand running down his sleeve and twining round his fingers. "Are you angry with me?" Barbara whispered. "You were so grumpy in the taxi.
Locke hailed a passing taxicab, gave a hurried direction to the chauffeur, and jumped in. The taxi snorted, cut out open, and jumped forward as the driver clumsily shifted the worn gears. But out of the shadows there glided a low-hung runabout with a purling motor that without effort kept Locke's taxi just in sight without seeming to be following.
But the other day on getting out of a taxi in New York the chauffeur spoke to me and told me that he was one of my old Sunday-school pupils. I remembered him well, and was much pleased to find that he was an ardent Bull Mooser! My mother, Martha Bulloch, was a sweet, gracious, beautiful Southern woman, a delightful companion and beloved by everybody.
And just as I was stepping into a taxi to come on here, I met Chilverton, so he came along with me. What brings you, then? Similar message, eh? And what " "Hush!" whispered Appleyard. "Miss Slade's coming out of the tea-house! And who's the man that's with her?" All five men glanced covertly over their shoulders at the open door of the tea-house, some twenty to thirty yards away.
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