"Oh, no!" said Greg very quickly.
"Well, I thought it might look odd, my sitting here in front."
"Why shouldn't a taxi-driver be giving a friend a lift, especially at this time of night?"
This seemed to make her uneasy. She said: "All right; but you know I'm hiring you really, just like anybody."
Greg felt a most unreasonable hurt. "I didn't ask for any pay," he said gruffly.
She was distressed. "Oh, you mustn't let your feelings be hurt! I've got to pay you, you know. You don't know anything about me."
Greg answered with a look that meant: "I'd like to!" But she did not take the hint. Aloud he said: "I won't take anything."
She let the matter drop.
The cab they were following drew up at the great Hotel Meriden at Eightieth Street.
"I thought so," murmured the girl. "He is stopping here. The chase is over for to-night. Drive on for a block or two, then come back. It will give him a chance to get to his room."