The thunder-figure addressed said: “Please get in. I have had a severe shock.”
“This gentleman—” The girl half turned to George.
“Please get in—instantly.”
Scarlet the girl went. “Thank you very much,” she said to George; climbed in beside the cloud of wrath.
Her companion slammed the door; dabbed at George a bow that was like a sharp poke with a stick; called, “Drive on.”
George stepped into the road, held half a crown to the driver: “The address?”
The man stooped. With a tremendous wink answered, “Fourteen Palace Gardens, St. John's Wood.”
Away with a jingle.