“At what time did you pick up the men?” he inquired.
“About half past seven, or maybe twenty to eight”
“Did you see where they were coming from?”
“No, sir. They were standing on the curb, and the tall one he holds up his hand for me to pull over.”
“Would you know the tall man again?”
The driver shook his head.
“I don’t know as I should, sir. You see, it was raining, and he had his collar up round his neck and his hat pulled down over his eyes, so as I couldn’t right see his face.”
“Describe him as best you can.”
“He was a tall man, longer than what you are, and broad too. A big man, I should call him.”
“How was he dressed?”