“What?”
“Sure! Her name is Elsie De Groot. She’s making it pay, too.”
“That’s interesting.” Fay stared into the alert face of the driver at the wheel. “Is she an ex-convict?”
“I never heard that said about her!”
“Loyal!” thought Chester Fay, shifting in his position. “You never heard,” he repeated aloud. “That’s definite. Do you keep records of passengers carried?”
“We make a report out at night. Miss Elsie gets them.”
“Do your taxies cover the steamship docks?”
“Sometimes—if there’s a call.”
Fay saw that he was in the presence of a very matter-of-fact young man who was making his own way in the world.
“Mind taking me to the Southampton Line?” he asked.