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from Blackwell's Island； and was awaiting my arrival at some address in the Bowery。 Would you mind telling me； purely to satisfy my curiosity； if that note was genuine？ I have never made a close study of rade Windsor's handwriting； and in an unguarded moment I may have assumed too much。〃
Mr。 Parker permitted himself a smile。
〃I guess you aren't so clever after all；〃 he said。 〃The note was a fake all right。〃
〃And you had this cab waiting for me on the chance？〃
Mr。 Parker nodded。
〃Sherlock Holmes was right；〃 said Psmith regretfully。 〃You may remember that he advised Doctor Watson never to take the first cab； or the second。 He should have gone further； and urged him not to take cabs at all。 Walking is far healthier。〃
〃You'll find it so；〃 said Mr。 Parker。
Psmith eyed him curiously。
〃What are you going to do with me； rade Parker？〃 he asked。
Mr。 Parker did not reply。 Psmith's eye turned again to the window。 They had covered much ground since last he had looked at the view。 They were off Manhattan Island now； and the houses were beginning to thin out。 Soon； travelling at their present rate； they must e into the open country。 Psmith relapsed into silence。 It was necessary for him to think。 He had been talking in the hope of getting the other off his guard； but Mr。 Parker was evidently too keenly on the look…out。 The hand that held the revolver never wavered。 The muzzle； pointing in an upward direction； was aimed at Psmith's waist。 There was no doubt that a move on his part would be fatal。 If the pistol went off； it must hit him。 If it had been pointed at his head in the orthodox way he might have risked a sudden blow to knock it aside； but in the present circumstances that would be useless。 There was nothing to do but wait。
The cab moved swiftly on。 Now they had reached the open country。 An occasional wooden shack was passed； but that was all。 At any moment the climax of the drama might be reached。 Psmith's muscles stiffened for a spring。 There was little chance of its being effective； but at least it would be better to put up some kind of a fight。 And he had a faint hope that the suddenness of his movement might upset the other's aim。 He was bound to be hit somewhere。 That was certain。 But quickness might save him to some extent。
He braced his leg against the back of the cab。 In another moment he would have sprung； but just then the smooth speed of the cab changed to a series of jarring bumps； each more emphatic than the last。 It slowed down； then came to a halt。 One of the tyres had burst。
There was a thud； as the chauffeur jumped down。 They heard him fumbling in the tool…box。 Presently the body of the machine was raised slightly as he got to work with the jack。
It was about a minute later that somebody in the road outside spoke。
〃Had a breakdown？〃 inquired the voice。 Psmith recognised it。 It was the voice of Kid Brady。
CHAPTER XXVII
PSMITH CONCLUDES HIS RIDE
THE Kid； as he had stated to Psmith at their last interview that he intended to do； had begun his training for his match with Eddie Wood； at White Plains； a village distant but a few miles from New York。 It was his practice to open a course of training with a little gentle road…work； and it was while jogging along the highway a couple of miles from his training…camp； in pany with the two thick…necked gentlemen who acted as his sparring…partners； that he had e upon the broken…down taxi…cab。
If this had happened after his training had begun in real earnest； he would have averted his eyes from the spectacle； however alluring； and continued on his way without a pause。 But now； as he had not yet settled down to genuine hard work； he felt justified in turning aside and looking into the matter。 The fact that the chauffeur； who seemed to be a taciturn man； lacking the conversational graces； manifestly objected to an audience； deterred him not at all。 One cannot have everything in this world； and the Kid and his attendant thick…necks were content to watch the process of mending the tyre； without demanding the additional joy of sparkling small…talk from the man in charge of the operations。
〃Guy's had a breakdown； sure；〃 said the first of the thick…necks。
〃Surest thing you know；〃 agreed his colleague。
〃Seems to me the tyre's punctured；〃 said the Kid。
All three concentrated their gaze on the machine
〃Kid's right；〃 said thick…neck number one。 〃Guy's been an' bust a tyre。〃
〃Surest thing you know；〃 said thick…neck number two。
They observed the perspiring chauffeur in silence for a while。
〃Wonder how he did that； now？〃 speculated the Kid。
〃Guy ran over a nail； I guess；〃 said thick…neck number one。
〃Surest thing you know；〃 said the other； who； while perhaps somewhat lacking in the matter of original thought； was a most useful fellow to have by one。 A sort of Boswell。 〃Did you run over a nail？〃 the Kid inquired of the chauffeur。
The chauffeur ignored the question。
〃This is his busy day；〃 said the first thick…neck with satire。 〃Guy's too full of work to talk to us。〃
〃Deaf； shouldn't wonder；〃 surmised the Kid。
〃Say； wonder what he's doin' with a taxi so far out of the city。〃
〃Some guy tells him to drive him out here； I guess。 Say； it'll cost him something； too。 He'll have to strip off a few from his roll to pay for this。〃
Psmith； in the interior of the cab； glanced at Mr。 Parker。
〃You heard； rade Parker？ He is right； I fancy。 The bill〃
Mr。 Parker dug viciously at him with the revolver。
〃Keep quiet；〃 he whispered； 〃or you'll get hurt。〃
Psmith suspended his remarks。
Outside； the conversation had begun again。
〃Pretty rich guy inside；〃 said the Kid； following up his panion's train of thought。 〃I'm goin' to rubber in at the window。〃
Psmith； meeting Mr。 Parker's eye； smiled pleasantly。 There was no answering smile on the other's face。
There came the sound of the Kid's feet grating on the road as he turned； and as he heard it Mr。 Parker； that eminent tactician； for the first time lost his head。 With a vague idea of screening Psmith from the eyes of the man in the road he half rose。 For an instant the muzzle of the pistol ceased to point at Psmith's waistcoat。 It was the very chance Psmith had been waiting for。 His left hand shot out； grasped the other's wrist； and gave it a sharp wrench。 The revolver went off with a deafening report； the bullet passing through the back of the cab； then fell to the floor； as the fingers lost their hold。 The next moment Psmith's right fist； darting upwards； took Mr。 Parker neatly under the angle of the jaw。
The effect was instantaneous。 Psmith had risen from his seat as he delivered the blow； and it consequently got the full benefit of his weight； which was not small。 Mr。 Parker literally crumpled up。 His head jerked back； then fell limply on his chest。 He would have slipped to the floor had not Psmith pushed him on to the seat。
The interested face of the Kid appeared at the window。 Behind him could be seen portions of the faces of the two thick…necks。
〃Ah； rade Brady！〃 said Psmith genially。 〃I heard your voice； and was hoping you might look in for a chat。〃
〃What's doin'； Mr。 Smith？〃 queried the excited Kid。
〃Much； rade Brady； mu