Presently he emerged, looking even more flurried than before.

As he stepped up to the cab, he pulled a gold watch from his pocket and looked at it earnestly, 'Drive like the devil,' he shouted, 'first to Gross & Hankey's in Regent Street, and then to the Church of St.Monica in the Edgeware Road.

Half a guinea if you do it in twenty minutes!' "Away they went, and I was just wondering whether I should not do well to follow them when up the lane came a neat little landau, the coachman with his coat only half-buttoned, and his tie under his ear, while all the tags of his harness were sticking out of the buckles.

It hadn't pulled up before she shot out of the hall door and into it.

I only caught a glimpse of her at the moment, but she was a lovely woman, with a face that a man might die for.
"'The Church of St.Monica, John,' she cried, 'and half a sovereign if you reach it in twenty minutes.' "This was quite too good to lose, Watson.