"Where are you off to?" he asked.
"Glasgow. I shall catch the night-train."
He rang the bell.
"Machin, run out and get me a taxi, sharp."
"Yes, sir." Machin flew. This was the same girl of whom Mrs. Prohack dared to demand nothing. Mr. Prohack himself would have hesitated to send her for a taxi. But Charlie ordered her about like a slave and she seemed to like it.
"Rather sudden this, isn't it?" said Mr. Prohack, extremely startled by the turn of events.
"Well, you've got to be sudden in this world, guv'nor," Charlie replied, and lit a fresh cigarette.
Mr. Prohack was again too proud to put questions. Still, he did venture upon one question:
"Have you got loose money for your fare?"
The lad laughed. "Oh, don't let that worry you, guv'nor...!" He looked at his watch once more. "I wonder whether that infernal girl is manufacturing that taxi or only fetching it."