“See wot, Chester?”
“The Gray taxi that went by?”
“I saw one. I didn’t notice it particularly.”
“It was being driven thirty miles an hour by Elsie De Groot! I’m positive it was her. Reddish hair and turned-up nose!”
“That’s the colleen who runs the garage?”
“Yes—the girl of the garage! The same little lady who met Putney Stephney at the steamship dock last night.”
“We’re gettin’ on, Chester. It looks bad for the Brotherhood.”
“And for the Sisterhood! We just finished talking to her not a half—not twenty minutes ago; and there she goes uptown—full speed and more.”
Fay eyed his watch and ran a polished finger-nail over the crystal.
“Twenty-two minutes!” he declared, replacing the timepiece in his vest pocket.