He ran as far as the corner, and then, seeing my cab, he hailed me and jumped in.

'Drive me to Halliday's Private Hotel,' said he.
"When I had him fairly inside my cab, my heart jumped so with joy that I feared lest at this last moment my aneurism might go wrong.

I drove along slowly, weighing in my own mind what it was best to do.

I might take him right out into the country, and there in some deserted lane have my last interview with him.

I had almost decided upon this, when he solved the problem for me.