CHAPTER 19THE impelling need, as national and characteristic in Dan McGrath as Bull’s stolid patience was in him, to translate his anxiety into some form of action however irrational, succumbed abruptly to an equally native common sense and pragmatic realism as he pounded along toward the bottom of the Square. This was London. The chances of his finding a taxi in these parts at three o’clock in the morning were nil. If Mary was at her Uncle Elliot’s, charmingly vague though Uncle Elliot was he could easily be expected to be pretty sore also, routed out of bed a second time, first by his niece and second by McGrath. The occupants of Adam Street, Adelphi, would no doubt be the same, especially as he did not know the particular flat or the particular house even that Mary had planned to go to
