furtive glances about her as she mounted the steps. But, having
seen her actually aboard, my attention became elsewhere engaged.

All now depended upon securing a cab before the tram car had
passed from view!

I counted it an act of Providence that a disengaged taxi appeared
at that moment, evidently bound for Waterloo Station. I ran out
into the road with cane upraised.

As the man drew up--

"Quick!" I cried. "You see that Greenwich car--nearly at the
Ophthalmic Hospital? Follow it. Don't get too near. I will give
you further instructions through the tube." I leapt in. We were
off!

The rocking car ahead was rounding the bend now toward St. George's
Circus. As it passed the clock and entered South London Road it
stopped. I raised the tube.

"Pass it slowly!"

We skirted the clock tower, and bore around to the right. Then I
drew well back in the corner of the cab.

The woman with the basket was descending! "Pull up a few yards
beyond!" I directed. As the car re-started, and passed us, the
taxi became stationary. I peered out of the little window at the
back.