“You can have it if you carry me to where you just took the man.”
“Certainly. Step into the carriage.”
Frank did so, and was whirled away.
The driver took him to a pier.
Here he paused, and as Frank alighted, he said:
“Monsieur, here is where I carried my last fare.”
“Where did he go?”
“He boarded a North German Lloyd steamer which was just getting ready to put out to sea, bound for Alexandria.”
“Gone?”
“Yes.”