"Nowhere right away," answered Dyker. "Just stand where you are for a minute."
Then he turned to Violet.
"Now," he said, not unkindly, "I'm afraid I'll have to drop you here. It wouldn't do for me to figure publicly as an active agent in this case, you know. But you needn't worry. Just get out and walk to the next corner. Turn to your right, take the next cross-street to your left, go up the first narrow street you come to, and your friend's house ought to be about the third in the row. It will be a little dark, but you won't have any trouble finding it."
Violet hesitated.
"I hope I won't," she said.
"Surely not. If you have, just ask the way of the first policeman you see."
"Not a policeman, Mr. Dyker!"
"Of course, a policeman. He won't hurt you as long as you keep your cloak tight. Now, you're sure you've given me the right address?"
"I gave you the one the man gave me."
"Yes, but I mean you're not lying to me?"