“Taxi!” he bawled, in a voice that reverberated through the street. “Taxi!”
The horrible, bellowing voice filled Rosaleen with panic fear.
“Please, please don’t!” she entreated. “Please, please, please don’t! Lawrence! I’ll telephone for a cab! Oh, please do come in!”
But he bawled again.
And a voice below answered him.
“Hey! Keep calm! Here y’are!”
“Wait!” said Lawrence, and drew himself into the room again.
“Lawrence, what are you going to do!” she cried.
“Get dressed!” he said, “and be quick about it!”