"A four-wheeler," she corrected me. Our eyes met, and with a great pity I
read in hers that she knew only too well the kind of cab suitable.
"Then let us have in the policeman. A four-wheeler will be better,
as you suggest, since with your leave I am going to take Horrex with me.
The fact is, I am a little in doubt as to my influence: for to tell you
the plain truth, I have never to my knowledge set eyes on your husband."
"My husband?" She paused with her hand on the bell-pull, and gazed at me
blankly. "My husband?" She began to laugh softly, uncannily, in a way
that tore my heart. "Herbert is my brother."
"Oh!" said I, feeling pretty much of a fool.
"But what gave you--what do you mean--"
"Lord knows," I interrupted her; "but if you will tell Horrex to get
himself and the policeman into the cab, I will run upstairs, dress, and
join them in five minutes."