Nothing rewarded his scrutiny.
Then suddenly, without slightest warning, a black limousine whirled in alongside the curb, and came to a stop immediately in front of where he waited.

The chauffeur, dressed in plain dark livery, stepped out, and threw open the rear door, without asking so much as a question.

Except that the fellow stood there, looking directly toward him, his fingers on the latch, expectantly, West would not have known that he was wanted.

Yet it was all so obvious he could not question.

Silently he picked up his bag, and stepped forward.