★ XXI ★
It was now about eight-thirty, and since Maryland does not use daylight-saving time, perfectly dark. The blond young man was not visible in the street outside. There were no taxicabs cruising in this part of town, and Neill regretted that he had not told his driver to wait. However, he saw a taxicab standing at the curb across the street about a hundred yards toward town. Probably the taxi used by the blond young man. Neill crossed over. The back of the cab was empty.
“Will you take me in to town?” he asked the driver.
“Sorry, mister, I’ve got a fare.”
“Where is he?”
“Can’t tell you that. He paid me to wait.”
“I’ll pay double fare.”
“Can’t do it after taking his money. He’s got my name and number.”
“He won’t say anything,” said Neill, with a laugh. “He can’t afford to.”
