The Owl Taxi by Hulbert Footner


White circle crime club.


White circle crime club.

AT eleven o’clock of a moist night in December, Gregory Parr was making his way far westward on Twenty-third Street. At his right hand stretched that famous old row of dignified dwellings with pilasters and little front yards, and ahead of him was Tenth Avenue, the stronghold of the Irish. The wet pavements glistened under the street lamps, and the smell of influenza was in the air. The street was deserted except for a cross-town car at long intervals, hurling itself blithely through the night on a flat wheel.
Greg was on his way to the Brevard Line pier at the foot of the street to take passage on the great Savoia, premier steamship of her day and on this particular trip the “Christmas ship.” The Savoia ran as true to the hour as a railway train, and was scheduled to leave at one A. M. in order to make the best rail connections.


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