42/51 Now she had her certainty, and Harvey could see the policeman on the sidewalk hailing a hack for her. "It's fifty cents to the depot"-- the driver began, but the policeman held up his hand--"but I'm goin' there anyway. Look at here, Alf; you don't pull me next time my lamps ain't lit. See ?" The side-door closed on the patch of bright sunshine, and Harvey's eyes turned again to the reader and his endless list. |