think nothing of that at all, and if either of them gave me a thought, neither showed it. I heard Doris, in her clear, quick, amused voice, telling to George how she had discovered a counterfeit twenty in her change at Caldon's.
They finished and George paid the check. I finished and followed them into the lobby in time to see Felice meeting Miss Wellington with a receipted bill for their accommodations. Appeared also handbags and a couple of small semi-trunks, semi suit cases of the "week-end box" variety. Porters piled the luggage in front of a taxi.
It became evident that George, having joined the party, was going right along. He got into the taxi after Doris and Felice. "Century" he said to the driver.
The taxis are thick about the Blackstone just before train-time for the Century to New York. I got a man without the least difficulty. "Century, sir?" he said.
"If that car goes there," I told him. "If it doesn't, follow it."
