She caught up the first coat she could find, and, hatless as she was, rushed down again and out through the front door, running to overtake Farrow, who had already left the house.
She caught him up at the end of the street, breathless and panting.
"Get a taxi! Oh, how slow you are!" she broke out passionately.
She dashed out into the road, nearly getting run over in her excitement, and pulled up a slowly passing taxicab.
Farrow had recovered himself and hurriedly followed.
"It may be all bluff," he said, rather shamefacedly, as they drove away; "but I don't like the look of things, and that's a fact. And I thought it my duty to warn the guv'nor." Man-like, he hated to feel that he had made an unnecessary fuss.
Peg did not answer. Her eyes were fixed on the dark night, and her hands hard clasped in her lap. Every second seemed an eternity. The speeding cab seemed to crawl.
Presently she broke out hoarsely:
"You are sure—sure that's where he has gone—to Heeler's?"
"He told me he should go. He told me to meet him there," Farrow answered.