The driver sucked his pipe, producing a liquid whistling noise.
"Old lady goin' on fifty, would that be?"
"I said a young lady — about twenty-five."
"I 'ad a young lady larst week—"
"No, today."
"No, Thursday."
"Today."
The man shook his head.
"No, I ain't seen 'er. Where does she live?"
"I want to know where she went to," bawled the Saint. "She got here on the last train. She may have taken a cab, or somebody may have met her. Did you see her?"