And, Cap, she was a pippin, a peachorino, a beauty bright," he added, gratuitously.
Mr.Birnes stared thoughtfully across the street for a little while.
So there was a woman in it! Mr.Wynne had transferred the contents of the gripsack to her, in a cab, on a crowded thoroughfare, right under his nose! "I was a little farther down the line there," Johns went on to explain.

"About a quarter of four o'clock, I guess, she came along.
She got in, after telling me to drive slowly up Fifth Avenue so I would pass Thirty-fourth Street five minutes or so after four o'clock.

If a young man with a gripsack hailed me at the corner I was to stop and let him get in; then I was to go on up Fifth Avenue.
If I wasn't stopped I was to drive on to Thirty-fifth Street, cut across to Madison Avenue, down to Thirty-third Street, then back to Fifth Avenue and past Thirty-fourth Street again, going uptown.

The guy with the gripsack caught us first crack out of the box." "And then ?" demanded the detective eagerly.
"I went on up Fifth Avenue, according to sailing orders, and the guy inside stopped me at Sixty-seventh Street.

He got out and gimme a five-spot, telling me to go a few blocks, then turn and bring the lady back to the Sixth Avenue 'L' at Fifty-eighth Street.