You have your hat in your hand.

Step in here by my side at once." He looked a little bewildered, but he obeyed her, as most people did when she was in earnest.

She gave the driver an address somewhere in the city.

As soon as they were off, she turned towards him.
"Dicky," she said, "do you read the newspapers ?" "Well, I can't say that I do regularly," he answered.

"I read the New York Herald, but these London journals are a bit difficult, aren't they?
One has to dig the news out,--sort of treasure-hunt all the time." "You have read this murder case, at any rate," she asked, "about the man who was killed in a special train between Liverpool and London ?" "Of course," he answered, with a sudden awakening of interest.