The Owl Taxi - Taxi Library

In the House on Ninth Street 6i
seen to the disposal of the body apparently did not
recognize Greg. They could not have seen him but
for a moment as he drove on the ferry in the dark.
All the men in the room were amazed and panic-
stricken to learn that some outsider knew of the little
black book, but no word was dropped that gave Greg
any hint of the contents. A furious polyglot discussion
arose. The more frightened demanded that Greg be
put out of the way instanter one spoke of burying his
body under the cellar pavement. Others who kept their
heads better insisted on the necessity of first finding out
who had sent him, and how much he knew of their af-
fairs.
De Socotra listened with a cynical, detached air. Fi-
nally he said: "Well, gentlemen, there's no advantage
in letting him hear more than he knows already. I
would suggest that you confine him in another room,
until you settle what is to be done with him."
At this moment one of the Spaniards, a stocky, scowl-
ing youth with a purplish scar on his left cheek bone,
peeped through the curtains hanging before one of the
windows. He said In English : "His cab is still at the
door. The engine is running."
"Who can run it?" asked de Socotra.
"I can," said the previous speaker.
"Then go down and run it away somewhere any-
where, and leave it."
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