He was a quiet man; he had learned the futility of gestures, of wasting words in lamentation.
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Kitty.
"The windows of the cab were down.

I stood outside, smoking to pass the time.

Suddenly I heard Mrs.Crawford cry out.

A hand had reached in from the off side, clutched the pendant, twisted it off, and was gone.

All quicker than I can tell it.