Kara was a lunatic, but the directing genius was a devil.
T.X.had a flat in Whitehall Gardens and thither he repaired to change for dinner.

He was half dressed when the evening paper arrived and he glanced as was his wont first at the news' page and then at the advertisement column.

He looked down the column marked "Personal" without expecting to find anything of particular interest to himself, but saw that which made him drop the paper and fly round the room in a frenzy to complete his toilet.
"Tommy X.," ran the brief announcement, "most urgent, Marble Arch 8." He had five minutes to get there but it seemed like five hours.

He was held up at almost every crossing and though he might have used his authority to obtain right of way, it was a step which his curious sense of honesty prevented him taking.

He leapt out of the cab before it stopped, thrust the fare into the driver's hands and looked round for the girl.