He paused on the edge of the curb long enough for an automobile to pass, then went on across Thirty-fourth Street to the uptown side and, turning flatly, looked Mr.Birnes over pensively, after which he leaned up against an electric-light pole and scribbled something on an envelope.
A closed cab came wriggling and squirming up Fifth Avenue.

As it reached the middle of Thirty-fourth Street Mr.Wynne raised his hand, and the cab drew up beside him.

He said something to the driver, opened the door and stepped in.

Mr.Birnes smiled confidently.

So that was it, eh?
He, too, crossed Thirty-fourth Street and lifted his hand.