Psmith, Journalist · Chapter 25 (2/2)

He had taken his seat and was closing the door, when it was snatched from his grasp and Mr. Parker darted on to the seat opposite. The next moment the cab had started up the street instead of down and the hard muzzle of a revolver was pressing against Psmith’s waistcoat.

“Now what?” said Mr. Parker smoothly, leaning back with the pistol resting easily on his knee.