HARRY VINCENT was the pursuer. He peered through the partition and watched the chase over the shoulder of the driver. He realized quickly that the cab ahead was taking a circuitous and bewildering course.
“Hm-m-m,” mused Harry. “This promises to be interesting. There’s something phony about this.”
The leading cab made sharp turns through dingy streets. Harry’s driver lost the trail; at last he sighted his quarry a block away, when an avenue was reached. He made speed, turned a corner, and suddenly applied the brakes.
“They’ve stopped,” he said.
“Out with your lights!” responded Harry quickly. “Turn off the motor!”
The driver obeyed both commands. Harry saw Larkin and the girl alight from the cab ahead. The secretary paid the driver.
Evidently the man had made some mistake in the destination, for Larkin and Margaret walked ahead and took another cab which was standing in the street. The new vehicle came into view when the old pulled away.
“Turn on your lights,” Harry told the driver. “Get going!”
Once more the trail was an uncertain one, but this journey was not as long as the other. The leading cab stopped in a side street. There were no other vehicles in sight, so Harry was certain that this was the final destination.
Harry’s driver turned out the lights and stopped the motor without being told. Seeing Larkin and Margaret alight, Harry opened the door and slipped to the sidewalk.