None had torn his hair before the officials asking for news of a lost female in frowsy black.

There was no Harry.

There was no further need therefore to afford the British public a gratuitous entertainment.
"Drive," said I to the cabman.

"Drive like the devil." "Where to, sir ?" I gasped.

Where should I drive?
I lost my head.
"Go on driving round and round till I tell you to stop." The philosophic cabman did not regard me as eccentric, for he whipped up his horse cheerfully.