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Updated: June 16, 2025
On both sides of the canal the brilliantly lighted thoroughfares were restless with pedestrians, and the air was swarming with taxicabs. Excitement was universal, and business was good. The glare of the twin cities could be seen far out in the cold desert. Four men, stumbling along wearily, occasionally estimated the distance with wearied eyes and plodded onward.
It was arranged, therefore, for the party to walk on the outward journey, and to return with all their parcels in a couple of taxicabs. They started after an extremely early lunch, in order to do the important business of matching embroidery silks by daylight. It had been quite a fine sunny morning, but clouded over at noon, and although no rain fell the sky was gray and cheerless.
But in truth the chief mark of our epoch is a profound laziness and fatigue; and the fact is that the real laziness is the cause of the apparent bustle. Take one quite external case; the streets are noisy with taxicabs and motorcars; but this is not due to human activity but to human repose. There would be less bustle if there were more activity, if people were simply walking about.
Half a pipe of Irish twist and three pages of the sad imperial author invariably plunged Chief Inspector Kerry into healthy slumber. It was close upon midnight when Detective-Sergeant Coombes appeared in a certain narrow West End thoroughfare, which was lined with taxicabs and private cars.
"Who wouldn't be cheerful, with a whole Ourday, and a whole father, all to myself!" "Well, you'll probably never have another, alone with me. So make the most of it. Where shall we go first?" "Oh, I don't know; it's all so lovely." "Then I'll choose. Step this way, Madame." This way, was toward a line of waiting taxicabs, and Mr. Maynard engaged one, and handed Marjorie in. "A taxy ride!
Outside of that, and a lack of taxicabs and motorcars, the town has not changed." But there was a difference, and a great difference. There was a terrible absence of youth.
His fingers were trembling, but it was with relief. The note was from Morrison. "There is no address here," he remarked. "The gent said as I was to take you back with me," the boy answered. "Is it far?" Laverick asked. "Close to Red Lion Square," the boy declared. "Not more nor five minutes in one of them taxicabs. The gent said we was to take one. He is in a great hurry to see you."
Broadway was in full glare. The lure of electric signs winked at me from every corner. The restaurants were disgorging their patrons, and beautifully dressed women in fine furs, accompanied by escorts in evening dress, stood on the pavements. Taxicabs whirled through the slush.
Somewhat after ten o'clock, the long daylight not yet at an end, the journey came to a close in the city of Strathcona. They had reached the Saskatchewan River. Loading their baggage into two taxicabs, they made a quick trip across the river to Edmonton and the King Edward Hotel.
I can get a 'bus just outside. I never have taxicabs." "Just this morning," he insisted, "and I think he won't trouble you for his fare. You must let me, please. Remember that there's a large account open still between your half-brother and me, so you needn't mind these trifles. Till this evening, then. Shall I fetch you or will you come to me?" "Let me fetch you, if I may," she said.
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