and reading the immediate effect in his eyes I felt more at ease right away.
"Thank you!" I says. "I left my purse at home and"
"Blah!" the taxi apache shuts me off. "What d'ye wanna tell this cake-eater that stuff for? Ask him to slip you the buck and a half you owe me, he looks dizzy enough to fall for it!"
Mr. Tower certainly was light on his feet for a big man and he acted promptly, as all first-class knights do. His arm shot out from his shoulder and down flopped friend chauffeur as if he'd been shot through the heart! A round of applause went up from the delighted spectators, just as a burly policeman pushed his way through the throng.
The cop looks at me and I'm trembling with fear, he stares curiously at the prostrate chauffeur who won't be any more still when he's dead, he gazes around at the grinning witnesses, and then he turns to the flushed Mr. Tower, who's standing there blowing softly on his skinned knuckles.
"Hey, what's all the excitement here, heh?" growls the gendarme.
Mr. Tower smiles cheerfully and pats John Law on the arm.
"Eh—just taking a movie!" he says pleasantly.
"Move along and give these people a chanct to see
