No woman was there!
Frank caught his breath in astonishment, and stood there, staring into the empty cab.
“Hi, there! wot cher doin’?” called the man on the box.
Frank did not answer. He reached into the cab and felt on the floor. He found something, brought it forth, looked at it amazed.
It was a woman’s dress!
But where was the woman?
Garment after garment Frank lifted, discovering that all a woman’s outer wearing apparel lay on the floor of that cab.
“Vanished!” he muttered. “Disappeared—gone? What does it mean?”
Then he thought of the man who had left the cab and entered the hotel, and he almost reeled.
“That was the woman!”