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 mind a box. Just put 'em in a paper." He went to the door and watched the sidewalk in front of the jeweler's. The man was disgustingly slow, but finally the great bundle was ready and paid for and Wade was again dodging the traffic of the street. The taxicab was still in line. Wade opened the door and laid the yard-long bundle on the seat. The chauffeur watched with expressionless face.

"If the lady asks any questions you don't know a thing," said Wade. The chauffeur smiled the ghost of a smile as he touched his cap again.

"Not a thing, sir," he answered.

Wade returned to his post outside the door. "If you'd rather not wait, old man," he said, "you go on and I'll find you at the hotel." But Dave shook his head.

"Hell, I don't mind waitin'," he answered cheerfully. "There's plenty to see, boy. What you writin'?"

"Just making a note of that fellow's number and the number of the taxi,"