“There still is,” said Gypsy.
“Is there now?” said the Taxi-Man; while Ginger exclaimed, “What do you know about it, Gypsy. You might have told me!”
The two men looked steadily at each other, and then they shook their heads.
“Let that be, missy,” said the Taxi-Man; “it’s a man’s job. To get on. There were dragons too, and a giant or so. One by one I cleared ’em out.”
“Oh, but why?” protested Ginger.
“To make London safe to live in, missy.”
“But it was safe,” said Ginger, “for the giants and dragons.”
“Ah, it wouldn’t do for us discoverers to take account of the natives,” said the Taxi-Man. “Once they’re discovered, the natives must go. It’s one of the rules, missy. Them giants and dragons was a danger.”
“To whom?” asked Ginger.
“To the Picadilly Flower-Girls,” said the Taxi-Man, looking like Saint George’s great-grandfather.