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fare was let off first? He seemed a surly fellow, Too, he was a large man.
    "I am sorry, Miss Henderson," I said.
    "That's all right," she said, not looking at me.
    In the top of the seat in front of us, that against which the driver's back rested, there was a long, lateral slot. In the top of the cab, interestingly, there was a similar slot. The slot was about an inch in width.
    The cab pulled away from the curb and entered the traffic on 128th Street.
    "I am a woman," said Miss Henderson, speaking very precisely and very quietly. "I am free. I am independent."
    "Of course," I said, hastily.
    "In the restaurant you held me for an instant, when you were helping me with my cape. I did not like that."
    "I'm sorry," I said.
    "You tried to put me in your power," she said. "I will never be in a man's power."
    I was silent, miserable.
    "Too, you insulted me, when you wished to pay for the meal and leave the tip."
    "I'm sorry, Miss Henderson," I said.
    "I will never be dependent on a man for anything," she said.
    "Of course not," I said.
    "I am free and independent, and a person, and a true woman," she said.
    "Yes, Miss Henderson," I said.
    She looked at me. "Do you think I am a slave?" she asked.
    "Of course not!" I said. "Of course not!"
    "Do not forget it," she said.
    "No, Miss Henderson," I said.
    We drove on in silence.
    "Do you think I might see you again, sometime?" I asked.
    "No," she said. Then she looked at me, in fury. "I find you utterly contemptible," she said.
    I put down my head. I was miserable. My behavior, so boorish and gross, and my foolish attitudes and opinions, so crudely expressed, so unenlightened, had ruined our possibilities for a meaningful relationship. I was miserable. I was not pleasing to her.
    "I am free and independent, and a true person, and a true woman," she said.
    "Yes, Miss Henderson," I said.
    "And I will never be dependent on a man for anything," she said, "nor will I ever be in a man's power."
    "Yes, Miss Henderson," I said, my head down.
    "Driver," she said, suddenly, "you have taken a wrong turn."
    "Sorry," he said.
    He reached under the dashboard and pulled two levers. I heard a movement of metal in the door beside me. An instant later, as he had pulled the second lever, I heard a movement of metal within the door on Miss Henderson's side.
    He continued to drive in the same direction, not circling about.
    "Driver," said Miss Henderson, "you're going in the wrong direction!"
    He continued to drive.
    "Driver," she said, irritably, her small voice imperious and cold, "you are going in the wrong direction!"
    He did not respond to her.
    "Turn back here," she said, as we neared a corner. But he continued to drive straight ahead.
    "Can you hear me?" she asked, leaning forward.
    "Be silent, Slave Girl," he said.
    "Slave Girl!" she cried.
    I was startled. Almost instantly, as he threw a lever which must have been beside him, a heavy glass screen or shield sprang up, from the top of the seat in front of us, against which his back rested. It locked in the lateral slot in the top of the cab. At the same time I heard two sudden hisses, coming from the back of the seat in front of us, one on each side. I started to cough. A colorless gas, under great pressure, was being forced into the rear of the cab.
    "Stop the cab!" I demanded, coughing, pounding on the glass shield with the flat of my hand. It rang softly. It was thick. I do not even think the driver could hear me, or well hear me, through its weight.
    "What is going on?" cried the girl.
    The cab had now begun to accelerate. I suddenly discovered that there were no handles by means of which the windows might be rolled down!
    "Stop the cab!" I cried, choking.
    "I can't breathe," cried the girl. "I can't breathe!"
    I struck down at the door handle on my side. It would not move. I tried not to breathe. My eyes smarted. I lunged to the other side of the cab, leaning across the girl. I tried to force down the handle on her side, but it, like that on my