Big Foot by Edgar Wallace — Read

It seemed the most natural thing in the world to Jim Ferraby that he should call at Cubitt Street in the morning, wait till the girl came down, and drive her the all too short distance which separated Cubitt Street from Weymouth Street. He had not the excuse that it was on his way; it was, in fact, so much out of his way that it doubled his journey. This aspect of his service was pointed out to him on the first morning, and was emphasized at night when he called for her at Weymouth Street. Mr. Leigh had had a good day, sleeping most of the time.

The nurse reported that it was in the night that he was most wakeful.