To the occupant of the limousine this was baffling as well as maddening. He saw that until they separated it would be impossible to ram the middle taxi. He decided to draw up broadside.
The woman in the fourth taxi laughed.
"Sarah, that young man knows how to take care of himself. If I should happen to fire a pistol, you promise not to scream?"
"Yes, madame."
The young woman laughed again. "Oh, this is glorious! I feel all my youth coming back. I'm alive! alive! alive! The fates have appointed me his godmother, Sarah. My duty is to watch over him until ... he grows up!"
The maid smiled in the dark.
Presently the man in the limousine cried out joyfully. The forward cab swooped north, the rear one south, while the middle car continued east toward the railway station.
"Now! Beat into it! Anything to stop it!"
A block farther on the private car and the taxi collided. The latter reeled toward the curb and stopped.