“His fare, eh? He was the driver of a taxicab, then?” put in Nick inquiringly.
“I reckon that’s right, sir, but I won’t be cock-sure.”
“What more did he say?”
“Mollie asked the name of his fare, but he could not tell her. He said she had sent him to say a friend wanted to speak to her.”
“His passenger was a woman, then?”
“I’m jolly well sure of that. I saw her hat and veil through the window.”
“The taxicab must, then, have stopped quite near you,” said Nick.
“A matter of thirty yards, sir, not more.”
“Your wife went to see who was in the conveyance?”
“That’s precisely what she did,” nodded the Englishman. “Wait here, Archie, she said, and I’ll return in a moment. I was jolly well surprised, don’t you know, but what else could I do?”