But it wasn't a car she was after, for none came by for several minutes." The fold between Mr.Gryce's eyes perceptibly smoothed out.
"Then it was some cabman or hack-driver she hailed.

Were there any empty coaches about that you saw ?" The boy had not noticed.

He had reached the limit of his observations, and no amount of further questioning could elicit anything more from him.

This Mr.Gryce soon saw, and giving him into the charge of one of his assistants who was on duty at this place, he proceeded back to the ill-omened house where the tragedy itself had occurred.
"Any one waiting for me ?" he inquired of Styles, who came to the door.
"Yes, sir; a young man; name, Hines.

Says he's an electrician." "That's the man I want.