17/30 There was his chance. He ran down the garden steps to the gate. No one could see him from the hotel. A cab comes up the hill; there's a woman in it--not quite the kind of woman who stays at your hotel, M.Ricardo.Yet she must be going to your hotel, for the road ends. The driver is nodding on his box, refusing to pay any heed to his fare lest again she should bid him hurry. |