"Of course, sir," retorted the porter. "You didn't think she made signs,
did you?"

From their talk the submarine boys were satisfied that it was the same
"woman" whom Eph had so gallantly assisted. They were equally sure
that this veiled "woman" in gray was none other than Millard.

"Do you remember which driver it was whose cab she engaged?" Jack asked,
turning to hand the porter a dollar.

"Jack Medway's cab, sir," was the quick answer. "And here it comes,
now."

The submarine boys hurried out, transferring their attention to Medway.

"I'm just back from taking the lady," replied the driver, after Jack
Benson had slipped him, also, a dollar bill. "But say--was it a lady,
or a joke?"

"Why?" queried Jack Benson.

"Well," replied the driver, "the voice was pitched high, but there was
something peculiar about it. I wondered, at the time, if it was a man
rigged and togged out like a woman."

"Where did she tell you to take her," Jack Benson wanted to know.

"To Furnam Square!"