“We took that horrid old Bronx subway and we didn’t mean to,” began Jane by way of lucid explanation.
“And not the first are ye, young lady, to do the same. Indade, it looks to me like folks only get to the Bronx by tryin’ to go some other place,” the big man announced.
Then Jane told him where they did want to go.
“I’m off duty now and it’s goin’ that way I am myself, so if it pleases ye I’ll just take ye,” said Sergeant Murphy.
Ellen had come up to them and was very profuse in her thanks, but the Sergeant brushed them aside with a hearty “’Tis nothin’.”
The two girls seated on either side of the big Irishman kept him grinning with their amusing chatter about nothing. The three of them were entirely oblivious of the utter unconventionality of the situation and would have been much surprised if they had heard the old women across the aisle whispering to one another.
It is certain that Ellen would have been very indignant if she had known that the young Russian on her left had kept his hand in his pocket all the way, so firm was the belief in his mind that she was a pickpocket.
Surprise showed through even the suave manner of the young salesman at Abercrombie & Fitch’s, but Ellen thought that it was brought forth by the fact that two girls wanted such a surprising number of men’s shirts.
As twilight came and with it no Ellen and Jane, Aunt Min began to get worried and called the boys in consultation. They decided to wait until time to go down for dinner and, if the girls hadn’t come in then, to notify the authorities so they might organize a search for them.