The front-door
was open.
A cab was just driving away. It drove rapidly, very rapidly.
'After it!' Hugo commanded.
The hunt was up.
Two minutes afterwards another cab drove up to the door.
Ravengar and another man emerged from the area holding between them the
form of a woman. They got leisurely into the cab with the woman and
departed.
CHAPTER XXVII
THE CEMETERY
Both Simon and Albert easily outran Hugo, and, fast as the first cab was
travelling, they had gained on it by the time it turned into Victoria
Street. And at the turning an incident happened. The driver, though
hurried, was apparently to a certain extent careful and cautious, but he
did not altogether avoid contact with a policeman at the corner. The
policeman was obliged to step sharply out of the way of the cab, and
even then the sleeve of his immaculate tunic was soiled by contact with
the hind-wheel of the vehicle. Now, the driver might have scraped an
ordinary person with impunity, and passed on unchallenged; he might even
have soiled the sleeve of a veteran policeman and got nothing worse than
a sharp word of censure and a fragment of good advice. But this
particular policeman was quite a new policeman, whose dignity was as
delicate and easily smirched as his beautiful shining tunic.
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