But though he was deprived of her physical presence, his thoughts were full of her as he was whisked away in the car he had summoned, and the time passed so quickly that he was surprised when the driver drew up in front of Anderson’s house.
“Wait for me here,” he directed as he stepped out. “I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“Very well, sir,” was the response.
Hardly had Joe gone inside when a man stepped up to the curb.
“I want you to take me to the North Station,” he said, preparing to step inside.
“Sorry, sir,” was the answer, “but I’m waiting for the fare I brought here.”
“But I must get that train, I tell you,” persisted the other. “I’ll pay you anything you want. Ten dollars, fifteen even.”
The driver was tempted.
“Make it twenty and I’ll go,” he said. “I suppose the gentleman can pick up another car.”
“Sure he can,” replied the other. “Twenty it is. Get a move on, now.”