I cut the manager short, paid my bill, got my luggage, and ordered the chauffeur to drive to the Grand Central Station.

But when we had gone three or four blocks, I said to him: 'Stop!--I do not wish to go to the Grand Central Station.

Drive me to Poughkeepsie!' I wished a chance to think.

I knew Poughkeepsie was not far from New York City, but I supposed it was far enough to give me a chance to determine what to do next by the time we arrived there.
"But I could not think coherently.

I could only feel and fear.