“Not more than a couple of minutes. Then a man joined her and a motor cab showed up. They got into it and rode away.”
“With the cabman?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Can you describe either man?” asked Chick.
“Faith, I don’t think so,” was the reply. “I didn’t notice them closely, not thinking of anything wrong. Besides, the cabman didn’t leave his seat. The other was about medium size, I’d say, and wore a dark suit. I would not swear to it, but I think he had a dark beard, too.”
“Quite likely,” Chick said dryly. “Do you know from which direction he came?”
“Up the street, sir. I reckoned that he was following the girl, and that she was waiting for him. That’s how it struck me.”
“Did the cab come from the same direction?”
“It did. I supposed the man had called it.”
“Did the girl go with him willingly?”