At the curb Julia almost danced with nervousness.
He can come upon me invisible! she thought. He can throw things! He can—! I can't even tell when he's near me!
She waved desperately for a cab.
"Cab! Cab! Taxi!"
It receded toward Vine Street.
Even now he's coming out of the hotel! she thought. Or he sees me from the Window!... I can't wait here; I'll have to run; I'll....
A chartreuse convertible with its top up drew to a stop in front of her. The driver opened the door by pressing a button on the dash. The upholstery was made of tiger skin. He smiled nervously. "Going down this way?"
She hesitated only an instant. "My God, yes!" she said.
"Get in."
She got in and slammed the door. "Let's go! mister."