Rich made no reply. He only glared at the cabby in silence.
His face was as dark as night.
Carter hung on to the sill. He had viewed the scene through the transom, and he had heard every word that had been uttered.
His arms were aching. He was forced to let go his hold.
Without making a noise he dropped to the floor.
Now he stood outside the door and listened.
At last he heard Rich exclaim:
“Speak out, sir, and tell me how you learned my name and address?”
“I’m not giving my friends away,” the cabby replied.
“What do you want?”