"Why surely madam, go right ahead."
"Isnt he nice? Oh Frances this is lots of fun."
"Go ahead Bob I can finish this up alone quicker. . . . You convoy the ladies to the Brevoort."
"Well we hate to leave you."
"Oh go ahead. . . . I'll be right along."
"Mr. James Herf and wife and infant . . . is that it?"
"Yes that's right."
"I'll be right with you, Mr. Herf. . . . Is all the baggage there?"
"Yes everything's there."
"Isnt he good?" clucked Frances as she and Hildebrand followed Ellen into the cab.
"Who?"
"The baby of course. . . ."
"Oh you ought to see him sometimes. . . . He seems to like traveling."
A plainclothesman opened the door of the cab and looked in as they went out the gate. "Want to smell our breaths?" asked Hildebrand. The man had a face like a block of wood. He c
