An active man, in the usual driver's disguise of the modern motorist, jumped down, and at the same instant pushed his goggles up over the visor of his cap and loosened the collar of his wide coat, displaying the face of Constantino Logotheti.
'Oh, it's you, is it ?' Mr.Van Torp asked the wholly superfluous question in a displeased tone.

'How did you get in?
I've given particular orders to let in no automobiles.' 'I always get in everywhere,' answered Logotheti coolly.

'May I see you alone for a few minutes ?' 'If it's business, you'd better see Mr.Bamberger,' said Van Torp.
'I came here for a rest.

Mr.Bamberger has come over for a few days.
You'll find him at his chambers in Hare Court.' 'No,' returned Logotheti, 'it's a private matter.

I shall not keep you long.' 'Then run us up to the house in your new go-cart.' Mr.Van Torp lifted little Ida into the motor as if she had been a rather fragile china doll instead of a girl nine years old and quite able to get up alone, and before she could sit down he was beside her.
Logotheti jumped up beside the chauffeur and the machine ran up the drive at breakneck speed.