The Moon out of Reach | Page 7

taxi's waiting outside."
"Ticking tuppences away like the very dickens, too!" returned Nan, emerging from her room dressed for a journey.
It was a week or two later and in response to a wire--and as the result of a good deal of persuasion on the part of Penelope--Nan had accepted an engagement to play at a big charity concert in Exeter. Lady Chatterton, the organiser of the concert, had offered to put her up for the couple of nights involved, and Nan was now hurrying to catch the Paddington West-country train.
"I've induced the taxi-driver to come up and carry down your baggage," pursued Penelope. "You'll have to look fairly sharp if you're to catch the one-fifty."
"I must catch it," declared Nan. "Why, the Chattertons are fourteen miles from Abbencombe Station and it would be simply ghastly if they sent all that way to meet me--and there was no me! Besides, there's a rehearsal fixed for ten o'clock to-morrow morning."
While she spoke, the two girls were making their way down the circular flight of stone steps--since the lift was temporarily out of order--preceded by the driver grumblingly carrying Nan's suit-case and hat-box. A minute or two later the taxi emitted a grunt from somewhere within the depths of its being and Nan was off, with Penelope's cheery "Good luck!" ringing in her ears.
She sat back against the cushions and gasped a sigh of relief. She had run it rather close, but now, glancing down at her wrist-watch, she realised that, failing a block in the traffic, she would catch her train fairly easily.
It was after they had entered the Park that the first contre-temps occurred. The taxi jibbed and came abruptly to a standstill. Nan let down the window and leaned out.
"What's the matter?" she asked with some anxiety.
The driver, descending leisurely from his seat, regarded her with a complete lack of interest.
"That's just w'ot I'm goin' to find out," he replied in a detached way.
Nan watched him while he poked indifferently about the engine, then sank back into her seat with a murmur of relief as he at last climbed once more into his place behind the wheel and the taxi got going again.
But almost before two minutes had elapsed there came another halt, followed by another lengthy examination of the engine's internals. Engine trouble spelt disaster, and Nan hopped out and joined the driver in the road.
"What's wrong?" she asked. She looked down anxiously at her wrist-watch. "I shall miss my train at this rate."
"I cawn't 'elp it if you do," returned the man surlily. He was one of the many drivers who had taken advantage of a long-suffering public during the war-time scarcity of taxi-cabs and he hoped to continue the process during the peace. Incivility had become a confirmed habit with him.
"But I can't miss it!" declared Nan.
"And this 'ere taxi cawn't catch it."
"Do you mean you really can't get her to go?" asked Nan.
"'Aven't I just bin sayin' so?"--aggressively. "That's just 'ow it stands. She won't go."
He ignored Nan's exclamation of dismay and renewed his investigation of the engine.
"No," he said at last, straightening himself. "I cawn't get you to Paddington--or anyw'ere else for the matter o' that!"
He spoke with a stubborn unconcern that was simply maddening.
"Then get me another taxi--quick!" said Nan.
"W'ere from?"--contemptuously. "There ain't no taxi-rank 'ere in 'Yde Park."
Nan looked hopelessly round. Cars and taxis, some with luggage and some without, went speeding past her, but never a single one that was empty.
"Oh"--she turned desperately to her driver--"can't you do anything? Run down and see if you can hail one for me. I'll stay by the taxi."
He shook his bead.
"Callin' taxis for people ain't my job," he remarked negligently. "I'm a driver, I am."
Nan, driven by the extreme urgency of her need, stepped out into the middle of the road and excitedly hailed the next taxicab that passed her carrying luggage. The occupant, a woman, her attention attracted by Nan's waving arm, leaned out from the window and called to her driver to stop. Nan ran forward.
"Oh, are you by any chance going to Paddington?" she asked eagerly. "My taxi's broken down and I'm afraid I'll miss my train."
The woman smiled her sympathy. She had a delightful smile.
"How awful for you! But I'm not going anywhere near there. I'm so sorry I can't help."
The taxicab slid away and Nan stood once more forlornly watching the stream go by. The precious moments were slipping past, and no one in the world looked in the least as if they were going to Paddington. The driver, superbly unconcerned, lit up a cigarette, while Nan stood in the middle of the road, which seemed suddenly to have almost emptied of traffic.
All at once a taxi sped up the wide road with only a single suit-case up-ended in front beside