"Good boy" murmured Teal.
Yet, when an hour had slipped by, and Benson had not returned, even his loyal comrades began to wonder a good deal. From that frame of mind they passed on, at the end of another hour, to worry.
CHAPTER XX
THE GIRL IN THE CAB
As Jack reached the door of the United Service Club he found no one at the doorway.
"That's strange," he muttered.
But in another moment he looked down the street. A hundred feet away stood a closed cab. From it a woman leaned, beckoning slightly.
Had she been veiled, Jack would have been instantly suspicious.
But her face showed, and it was a young, fresh, pretty and wholesome looking face.
"I don't know her, but she is very evidently a lady," thought Jack
Benson, quickly.