"Is it you?" she said, unable to distinguish his countenance beneath his slouched hat.
"Yes, ma'am. All right," he cried to the driver; and, opening the door, entered the cab.
It then moved rapidly away—the driver having evidently received his instructions before-hand.
"Draw up the window," said the lady.
Tidkins obeyed.
"You remember your promise to be blindfolded?" continued Adeline.
"I have forgotten nothing that passed between us, ma'am."
He had taken off his hat upon entering the vehicle; and Adeline now drew over his head a large flesh-coloured silk cap, or bag, fitted with a string that enabled her to gather it in and fasten it round his neck—but not so tightly as to impede the free current of air.
"I am sorry to be compelled to subject you to any inconvenience," she said, loathing herself at the same time for being compelled to address this conciliatory language to such a man—a murderer by profession!
"Don't mention it, ma'am: it's all in the way of business."