Judy didn’t know what to say. Was Clarissa a friend or wasn’t she? Had she deceived them as Pauline and Flo seemed to think? It was Pauline who described the missing girl and took down the name of the hospital where the victim of the accident was taken.
“She couldn’t have been Clarissa. She was going in the wrong direction,” Flo told Pauline.
“Where did she hail your cab?” Judy asked finally.
“Grand Central Station,” he replied. “She said she’d just arrived in town and had to get to the theater in a hurry. She didn’t say why. Just gave me the address and a big tip and told me to step on it as she was already late—”
“She certainly was if she expected to see the Sleeping Beauty show. She’d already missed the best part of it.”
“Do you mean the witch dance?” the cab driver asked. “She said something about that.”
“What else did she say?” Judy asked eagerly.
“Don’t know. I don’t listen much,” the cab driver confessed. “I got my own problems. If this dame don’t come to—”
“Was she badly hurt?” Pauline interrupted.
“Out like a light. Couldn’t give her name or anything. I wish you girls did know her. It would be a help. She was what I’d call the theatrical type,” the cab driver continued. “Older than you, but sort of young looking—if you get what I mean.”