Canadian fiction -- 20th century; Detective and mystery stories
"I've got to send you," said Greg, "because I might be recognized.
You're to take up your stand just above the entrance to the apartment
house where you can roll down to the door at the right moment. You may
have to wait a considerable time. Throw back the hood of your engine
and fool around inside with a wrench. This will give you an excuse for
standing there so long, and will enable you to turn down anybody else
who might want to engage you. But keep your eye on the entrance to the
apartment house, and the minute that the girl you have heard described
so many times comes out, close your engine and call attention to your
cab as if asking for a fare, see?
"I don't know if they let her out alone or not; probably not. If she
is by herself bring her down Riverside past the Soldiers and Sailors
monument, where I will be waiting under cover. If you have her inside
alone, point up with your finger as you pass the monument and stop
beyond, and I will join you. But if one or both of the other women are
with her, point down as you pass and keep on to wherever they wish you
to take them. Don't forget now; point up for good news and stop; point
down for bad news and keep on."
"I get you."
"One thing more. Supposing the ladies come out together and you are
engaged to take them on a shopping expedition or anything like that,
when they are through with you, charge them bargain rates, see? Give
them a discount of twenty per cent off the legal fare. Tell them it's
because you're trying to work up a regular trade and you hope they'll
engage you again. If we can only get them to hire you every day in
advance, it will establish first-rate communications."
"I'm on," said Hickey.
Greg rode up-town with him as far as the Soldiers and Sailors monument.
On the way he scribbled a note worded in such a way that none but the
one it was intended for would be able to make sense of it. In it he
told the girl he had secured the body as she had desired, and asked for
further instructions. He was very cold and formal, hoping that she
might be led to ask the reason when she replied. He tucked this note
behind the seat in the spot where he had found the diamond pin.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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