He's the man that fixes the telephone!" He seized the visitor by the sleeve of the long motor-coat and dragged him down the steps.

Reluctantly, almost resistingly, the visitor stumbled after him, casting backward amazed glances at the beautiful lady.

Fred thrust him into the seat beside the chauffeur.

Pointing at the golf-cap and automobile goggles which the stranger was stupidly twisting in his hands, Fred whispered fiercely: "Put those on! Cover your face! Don't speak! The man knows what to do." With eager eyes and parted lips James the chauffeur was waiting for the signal.

Fred nodded sharply, and the chauffeur stooped to throw in the clutch.