"No," said the chauffeur, glad of a chance further to admire this enchanting damsel. "General Motor-Car Company. Druv the ole gal down from London s'morning. Made me crawl, too." "Driving her back?" The chauffeur suppressed an instinct to spit disgustedly and said, "Yes, wuss luck." Mizzi observed them, wondering. "What would you take," said Henry, breathing hard, "to drive us back instead?" The chauffeur shook his head. "I'd lose my job." "Five pounds?" hinted Henry. "A job's a job." "I'll find you another." "Garn!" "Straight! I'm Henry Brown, taxicab proprietor, Bloomsbury. Is that good enough?" "_And_ a fiver?" stipulated the chauffeur, avaricious but cautious. "Here you are," said Henry, diving into his pocket. A note changed hands, and the chauffeur assumed a bland demeanor. "Jump in!" he said concisely; "it's a bet!" "Oh, but----" objected Mizzi, hanging back. "_Romance!_" whispered Henry. "You said you liked it! Quick! Quick!" She jumped in, smiling happily. "You are a dear!" "And you're a darling!" he said, getting in beside her and shutting the door. "Now, William, give 'em the horn and then London!" _Honk! Honk!_ "Once more!" _Honk! Honk!_ Mrs. Hedderwick appeared fretfully at the porch. "Do not make that exasperating noise!" she commanded. And then--"_What!_ what impertinence--what----!" "Higher up, William!" said Henry peacefully. "Good-by, madam!" and he raised his hat. "There, my little foreigner; will that do?" "Oh, Harry dear!" And Harry dear had no time even to say "Good biz!" CHAPTER XXIV CERTAINTY--AHA!