CHAPTER III

“You Begin to Interest Me” § I Stopford, hemmed in by an excited crowd, bent over the body of the man in the taxi. Suddenly he became aware of a steely grip on his left arm. Close to his ear: “Follow me!” said Roscoe. “Don’t argue and don’t hesitate!” “What——” he began. “Come on!” Without quite knowing why, or how, he found himself battling through the throng with Roscoe. When they had gained a comparatively clear spot of sidewalk: “I mean to say,” he protested, “we can’t leave the…