"Oh, rot! I'll bring him," said the Major. "Where do you hang out?"
"22 Oxbridge,"--her hesitation was barely perceptible--"Crescent."
The Colonel started. "Do you know it, Colonel?" She looked at him
ingenuously.
"No, but how odd! My other appointment is at 22 Oxbridge Terrace."
"How funny!" laughed Eileen. "Just round the corner. Then you'll be
able to kill two ladies with one cab." And she fled from the Major's
cachinnation.