31/52 "Not to the Riverside--yet," she whispered. "That man has just summoned a cab that was passing." In her eyes Murray saw the same fire that had blazed when she had told him he was running away from a fight that had not yet begun. As the cab whirled through the now nearly deserted downtown streets, he reached over in sheer admiration and caressed her hand. She did not withdraw it, but her averted eyes and quick breath told that a thousand thoughts were hurrying through her mind, divided between the man in the cab beside her and the man in the cab following perhaps half a block behind. Drummond did the same, and sauntered leisurely within easy distance of the gate. |