Chapter 38

They sped up Eleventh Avenue, across the railway yards at Thirty-Third Street, through Hell’s Kitchen and up San Juan Hill into fashionable West End Avenue, and so into upper Broadway, all without turning a corner. They dipped into the Manhattanville valley, and climbed Washington Heights beyond, where the interminable miles of apartment houses put Fin to sleep again in the corner of the cab. He was awakened by the grinding of the gears. “This is Mariula’s hill!” he exclaimed, sitting up. “Yes,” said Mr. Mappin. “R…