"No, I didn't see 'er. Mebbe Charlie seed 'er."
"Who's Charlie?"
"Yus."
'Who's Charlie?"
"There ain't no need to shout at me," said the driver resentfully. "I can 'ear perfickly well. Charlie 'as the other taxi around 'ere. This 'll be 'im comin' along now."
A noise like a threshing machine had arisen in the distance. It grew louder. With a clatter like a dozen milk cans being shaken together in an iron box another venerable automobile rolled into the yard, came to a halt with a final explosion like a pistol shot and stood there with its nose steaming.
"Oi," said the Saint's informant. "Charlie."
A very long man peeled himself out of the second cab and came over. He had two large front teeth like a rabbit, and one of his eyes stared at the bridge of his nose.
"Gennelman tryin' to find a lady," explained the man with the clay pipe.
"A dark pretty girl, about twenty-five, in a light-blue suit," Simon repeated.