She lived near Clapham Junction. "But what about you?" she said, as we rose.
"Oh, I'll take a cab too. I'll walk a little way though. Up here—this seems a likely place for cabs——"
We took one of the minor streets that led to the King's Road. There I hailed a hansom that was returning eastwards. I had put her into it when a thought struck me.
"By the way," I said, "what is your name—your business name, I mean?"
She smiled, as if at a wasted care. "Oh, the same," she said.
"Does Billy Izzard know you know me?"
"No. That is, he didn't."
"Well, he does by this time probably. If Evie and he have been talking——"
("'Urry up, gov'nor!" growled the cabman.)
"He'll think it odd I didn't speak to you. Never mind. Where can I hear from you?"