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Chapter XVIII
Theymadethemfullandplain,andIwastocableatonceifIgottheleastclueofhimatanytime.Ifthey’veleftthecity,youcanstoptheminNewYork.You’resuretocatchthembeforetheysail—ifyouhurry.”
ThematroncaughtupapaperandthrustitintotheAngel’shandassherantothestreet.
TheAngelglancedatthecard.TheChicagoaddresswasSuiteEleven,Auditorium.Shelaidherhandonherdriver’ssleeveandlookedintohiseyes.
“Thereisafast-drivinglimit?”sheasked.
“Yes,miss.”
“Willyoucrowditallyoucanwithoutdangerofarrest?Iwillpaywell.Imustcatchsomepeople!”
Thenshesmiledathim.Thehospital,anOrphans’Home,andtheAuditoriumseemedaqueercombinationtothatdriver,buttheAngelwasalwaysandeverywheretheAngel,andhermethodswerestrictlyherown.
“Iwilltakeyouthereasquicklyasanymancouldwithateam,”hesaidpromptly.
TheAngelclungtothecardandpaper,andasbestshecouldinthelurching,swayingcab,readtheaddressesover.
“O’More,SuiteEleven,Auditorium.”
“’O’More,’”sherepeated.“SeemstofitFrecklestoadot.Wonderifthatcouldbehisname?’SuiteEleven’meansthatyouareprettywellfixed.SuitesintheAuditoriumcomehigh.”
Thensheturnedthecardandreadonitsreverse,LordMaxwellO’More,M.P.,KillvanyPlace,CountyClare,Ireland.
TheAngelsatontheedgeoftheseat,bracingherfeetagainsttheoneopposite,asthecabpitchedandswungaroundcornersandpastvehicles.Shemechanicallyfingeredthepasteboardandstaredstraightahead.
