I'll send the money back same time I send the clothes." "Exactly!" said Fred.
The wheels of the touring-car crunched on the gravel drive, and Fred slammed to the door, and like a sentry on guard paced before it.

After a period which seemed to stretch over many minutes there came from the inside a cautious knocking.

With equal caution Fred opened the door of the width of a finger, and put his ear to the crack.
"You couldn't find me a button-hook, could you ?" whispered the stranger.
Indignantly Fred shut the door and, walking to the veranda, hailed the chauffeur.

James, the chauffeur, was a Keepsburg boy, and when Keep had gone to Cambridge James had accompanied him.

Keep knew the boy could be trusted.
"You're to take a man to New York," he said, "or wherever he wants to go.