"Should you want me to bring you back, miss?"
"Sure! I don't want to be left there!"
"All right, miss. Jump in."
"But I thought you hadn't enough petrol?"
The man grinned.
"I didn't want to be stranded right out there with no chance of a fare, miss!" he confessed.
Zoe laughed, good-naturedly, and entered the cab.
The man set off, and soon Zoe found herself upon unfamiliar ground. Through slummish localities they passed, and through popular suburbs, where all the activity of the West End prevailed without its fascinating, cosmopolitan glitter.
Dulwich Village was reached at last, and the cab was drawn up on a corner bearing a signpost.
"Which house did you want, miss?"