"With your permission, Chummy——"
"Here, I say, let them get off—they'll miss their train——"
We flocked down the path after them, and Philip closed the taxi door.
"Paddington," he said.
Waving hands, handkerchiefs, blown kisses; and the taxi glided away. As it did so it showed a tall figure in police uniform who had been standing behind it.
"Good morning, Inspector," said Philip.
Inspector Webster gravely saluted.
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