“There is some mistake,” she said a little bewildered. “We have come a long way.”
He followed her look and laughed outright.
“We’re above the Park,” he said, opening the door. And then to the coachman. “You got the wrong number.”
“One Hundred and Twentieth, sir,” came a voice promptly.
“One Hundred and Twenty! Where are we now, Dawson?”
“Hundred and Ten, sir.”
Gallatin laughed, but Jane had sunk back in her corner in confusion.
“I said Seventieth distinctly,” she murmured. “I’m sure I did.”
“You’d better turn now,” said Gallatin to the man.
“Where to, sir?”