He hastened his steps when he saw a 'bus passing down Broad Street. A leap down the Grand Opera House steps and a lively run enabled him to catch the 'bus before it reached Columbia Avenue. He clambered up to the top and was soon being well shaken as he enjoyed the breeze and the changing view of the handsome residences on North Broad Street.
Haslam's sharp eyes took note of Appleton's action.
“He's on that 'bus,” said the doctor to Amy as she took his arm on the sidewalk. “Shall we take the next one?”
“No; for then we can't see where he gets off. Can't we find a cab?”
“There's none in sight. We can have one called here, but we'll have to wait for it at least ten minutes.”
“That will never do. To think he could elude us so easily, without even knowing that we're after him!”
Vexation was stamped upon the dainty face, with its soft brown eyes, as she raised her veil.
“Ah! I have it,” said Haslam, who would have gone to great lengths to drive that vexation away.
“A bicycle! This section teems with bicycle shops. We can hire a tandem. It's a good thing we're both expert bicyclists.”
“And that I'm suitably dressed for this kind of a race,” replied Amy, as the two hurried down the block.