Thanks for your help, my good fellow." The inspector looked relieved.
Ronnie paid his bill, took up the 'cello, handed his bag to the inspector, and marched off gaily to claim his luggage.
He felt like conquering the world! The fog was lifting.

The roar of the city sounded more natural.

He had an excellent report to make to his publisher, heaps of "copy" to show him, and then--he was going home to Helen.
In the taxi he placed the Infant on the seat beside him.
On the whole he felt glad he had told Helen not to meet him at the station.

It was so much more convenient to have plenty of room in the taxi for his 'cello.

It stood so safely on the seat beside him, in its canvas bag.
As they sped westward he enjoyed looking out at the fog and mud and general wintry-aspect of London.
He did not feel cold.