“Where did you get the taxis?”
“On the stand at the end of Gardiner Street.”
“Who gave Mrs. Vane’s taxi man his address?”
“I did. It was Euston.”
“It was rather hard lines on you and the cook, turning you out like that at a moment’s notice. I hope she made it up to you?”
Miss Scott smiled scornfully.
“That was all right,” she answered. “We told her about it, and she gave us a fiver apiece, as well as our month’s wages.”
“Not so bad,” French admitted. “Who locked up the house?”
“She did, and took the key.”
“And what happened to you and cook?”