That might be a catastrophe to Larry's unformed plan; it had to be forestalled if possible.

Such a matter could not be handled in a letter, with the police opening all mail coming to the Duchess's house.
So once more he decided upon a secret visit to the Duchess's house.

He figured that such a visit would be comparatively without risk, since the police and Barney Palmer and the gangsters Barney had put upon his trail all still believed him somewhere in the West.
Accordingly, a few nights after they had settled at Cedar Crest, he motored into New York in a roadster Miss Sherwood had placed at his disposal, and after the necessary precautions he entered Hunt's studio.
The room was dismantled, and Hunt sat among his packed belongings smoking his pipe.
"Well, young fellow," growled Hunt after they had shaken hands, "you see you've driven me from my happy home." "Then Mr.Graham has been to see you ?" "Yes.

And he put up to me your suggestion about a private exhibition.
And I fell for it.

And I've got to go back among the people I used to know.