He took a cab and was driven to the local branch of his favourite temple of chance.
He called a cab for the old man, and saw him started safely off up-town.
Her eyes gleamed in the shadow of the cab straight ahead, immovable.
The cab rattled, jingled, jolted; in fact, the last was quite extraordinary.
He glanced again at the cab and groaned: "O Lord, I just dassent!"
And in the course of a few more minutes the cab stopped definitely.
The other cab was pelting after him with all the enthusiasm of a hound on a fresh trail.
Kirkwood looked back, craning his neck round the side of the cab.
A cab clattered down the side street on which the window opened.
I left your daughter in the cab—and by the way, I hadn't paid the driver.