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 and passed through the revolving doors. Wade drew the deep breath of a man regaining conciousness [sic]. "That's her, boy!" whispered Dave hoarsely. "Now's your chance!"

But Wade didn't move. He was watching the taxi turn and cross the street to take its place in the waiting line at the opposite curb.

"Ain't you goin' to chase after her?" demanded Dave disappointedly.

"I'm going to talk to that taxicab driver first," was the reply. "You stay here and watch for her." He hurried away, dodged across the Avenue at the risk of his life and accosted the driver.

"You just left a lady at the jeweler's. Where did you get her?" He pulled a roll of bills from his pocket and peeled off the bottom one without glancing at it. The chauffeur, however, was more particular. He read its denomination at a glance, removed his cap and read from the yellow slip inside. The address he gave was the Pearse residence.