“She wouldn’t have had much baggage. There was another girl with her, a brunette with hazel eyes. She wore a black dress with a red belt, a red hat, and—”
“I get you now. They got Jeb Miller’s cab.”
“Know where I could find him?”
“He should be outside now. He has a regular stand here.”
I handed the bellboy the two dollars. He said, “Come on, and I’ll introduce you to Miller.”
Jeb Miller listened to what I had to say. He squinted his eyes in an attempt to cudgel his memory into line. “Yeah, I remember the two dames,” he said. “I’m trying to remember where I took them. It was a little apartment house somewhere out on Thirty-fifth Street. I can’t remember the number. I could take you out there and—”
I had the cab door open before he realized he was getting a passenger.
“Don’t pay any attention to speed limits,” I told him.
“Says who?” he asked. “An officer?”
I pulled out my wallet. “Says the bankroll.”