In a few words she told him of a woman lying on the steps of the house next to her—a woman whom she wished to befriend.
"I want you to take her to a certain place. I will tell you about it when we start. Come quickly and help me to get her into your cab."
This was accomplished in less time than it takes to tell it.
"Where to, Nannie?" asked the driver, as he picked up the reins.
"Why in the world are you taking her there?" he exclaimed in dismay.
"Make no comments," she replied, angrily: "but drive on as fast as you can. I wouldn't take her there unless it was all right."
"Oh, of course," returned the driver. "I am not saying but that you know what you're doing. But she seems mighty quiet for that kind of a person."
They had scarcely turned the first corner ere Frank Garrick drove up in a cab.
"By thunder! she has vanished!" he exclaimed, excitedly, looking in astonishment at the spot where he had left her a short time before. "She must have fled into the house," he muttered. "Well, cabby, here's your fee, anyhow. You may as well go back."