It was Odette's voice that greeted him.
"It is I, Odette!" "Odette! Are you safe?
Thank God for that!" he almost shouted.

"Thank God for that! Where are you ?" "I am at a tobacconist's shop in----" there was a pause while she was evidently asking somebody the name of the street, and presently she came back with the information.
"But, this is wonderful!" said Tarling.

"I'll be with you immediately.
Whiteside, get a cab, will you?
How did you get away ?" "It's rather a long story," she said.

"Your Chinese friend saved me.

That dreadful man stopped the cab near a tobacconist's shop to telephone.