"You did the trick very neatly," he said. "Now scoot!"
"Thank you, sir. Yes, sir."
There was still no trace of curiosity in the man's tone or glance.
"Come!" said Rockwell, and he led them to the entrance of the Elevated Station.
At Forty-Seventh Street they left the Elevated and, walking to the corner, waited for a cross-town surface car.
"What's the idea?" Merriam asked, his mind becoming active again.
"Well," said Rockwell, "the first thing our late chauffeur will do after getting back to town will be to gather in another twenty-five dollars or maybe more for telling some one of Thompson's men where he left us. So it's best to muss up our trail a bit more before we strike Jennie's."
He was hailing an east-bound car.
As they sat silent again inside, Merriam's mind took its cue from Rockwell's last word. "Jennie's!" Phrases from his one brief telephone dialogue with Jennie sounded in his ear, oddly clear and melodious:
"Georgie, boy! Don't you know me?--You ought to!" with a thrilling little laugh. "You must be careful, Georgie," in a lowered tone. "Can you come anyway?--You'll telephone again?--Georgie, boy!" and the sound of a kiss!