The drive was longer than I had expected, but when we arrived at Poughkeepsie and the chauffeur asked me again what disposition to make of the box, I was unable to answer him.

Thereupon he insolently demanded an enormous fare.
"I could not choose but pay it.

For four days we went from place to place, in and about New York City's suburbs--now in town and now in the country--crossing rivers again and again on ferryboats--stopping at hotels, road houses and all manner of places--dashing through Brooklyn and out among the villages of Long Island--and with the fear on me that we were being followed.
"Elmer and I were continually on the lookout for some way to dispose of the box, but nothing presented itself.

The driver, who had become more and more impudent in his attitude and outrageous in his charges, was now practically a spy upon us.

The necessity for ice made frequent stops imperative; at the same time the increasing fear of pursuit made it agony for me to stop anywhere.
"Today, at a road house thirty or forty miles from here, I made certain that I was pursued.