“I have asked you if it is a maternity home.”
“And I have replied that it isn’t. I am only giving you facts; you don’t want my surmises.”
“Who hailed you?”
“The woman did—the woman in the fur coat. I was just passing the door very slowly when it was flung open with a bang, and she rushed out as though hell were after her. Before I had time to pull up, she threw herself into my cab and screamed: ‘Palace Mansions! Westminster!’ I reached back and shut the door, and drove right away.”
“When did you see that you were followed?”
“We were held up just outside the music hall, and looking back, I saw that my fare was dreadfully excited. It didn’t take me long to find out that the cause of her excitement was a big limousine, three or four back in the block of traffic. The driver was some kind of an Oriental, too, although I couldn’t make him out very clearly.”
“Good!” snapped Dunbar; “that’s important! But you saw nothing more of this car?”…
“I saw it follow me into the Square.”
“Then where did it wait?”
“I don’t know; I didn’t see it again.”
Inspector Dunbar nodded rapidly.
“Have you ever driven women to or from this Nurse Proctor’s before?”
“On two other occasions, I have driven ladies who came from there. I knew they came from there, because it got about amongst us that the tall
