He went through an elaborate pretense of paying Jimmy, the while he regarded Mr.Wynne, who had also alighted and was paying the driver.

The small sole-leather grip was on the ground between his feet as he ransacked his pocketbook.

A settlement was reached, the cabby nodded, touched his horse with his whip and continued to jog on up Fifth Avenue.
"Now, he didn't order that chap to come back or he wouldn't have paid him," the detective reasoned.

"Therefore he's close to where he is going." But Mr.Wynne seemed in no hurry; instead he stood still for a minute gazing after the retreating vehicle, which fact made it necessary for Mr.Birnes to start a dispute with Jimmy as to just how much the fare should be.

They played the scene admirably; had Mr.Wynne been listening he might even have heard part of the vigorous argument.
Whether he listened or not he turned and gazed straight at Mr.Birnes until, finally, the detective recognized the necessity of getting out of sight.
With a final explosion he handed a bill to Jimmy and turned to go up the steps of the house.