Runaway accident, robbery, abduction, even murder harassed his imagination until it became unbearable.

The only cheerful alternative that he could hope for was that she might not have escaped the authorities after all and was still in custody, crushed and despairing.

Reviling himself with a bitterness that was explicit but impotent, he started off resolutely to seek the aid of the police--the last extremity.
A quick little shriek came to his ears, and then the door of a cab that had been standing at the opposite corner flew open.
"Hugh! Hugh!" called a shrill voice.

His heart gave a wild leap and then his long legs did the same--repeatedly.

As he brought up beside the cab, Grace Vernon tumbled out, sobbing and laughing almost hysterically.
"Good Heavens!" shouted he, regardless of the driver, who grinned scornfully from his private box above, the only witness to this most unconventional comedy of circumstances.
"I've been--been here an hour--in this cab!" she cried plaintively.