“Please call a cab.”
Ben complied with the lady’s request.
“Help me in,” she went on, “and get in yourself.”
As the coachman closed the door she said, “Drive to the Fifth Avenue Hotel.”
The mysterious lady sat on the back seat and signed to Ben to place himself opposite to her.
It began to look queer to Ben. If the lady intended to employ him, it seemed odd that she should treat him on such equal terms. However, Ben was discreet, and feeling that he would know in time forebore to ask questions.
The cab stopped at the side door, or lady’s entrance.
“You may follow me,” said the lady as she paid and dismissed the cab driver.
Ben followed the lady up-stairs to a room on the second floor.
The lady opened the door and entered.