Then she straightened up. The cab had ceased its bumping. They were rolling along on smooth paving. This was not to be expected.
“Driver! Driver!” she exclaimed, sliding the glass window to one side with a bang. “Where are we?”
“Kinzie and Carpen.”
“Oh, oh!” She could have wept. “You’re going north. The address I gave you is south.”
“It can’t be, Miss.”
“It is!”
“Then I’m wrong.”
“Of course! Turn about and go south to 2200. Then I’ll tell you the way.”
Once again they glided and jolted along. In the end they pulled up before a stone building. A two-story structure that might once have been a mansion, it stood between two towering warehouses.
“That’s the place. There’s the number.”