But Shirley negatived with
emphasis.
"How about your servants? Can you trust them with the secret?"
"They have been with me for twenty-five years or more. My wife
is in California, and the rest of the servants, except two maids
and a butler, up at my country home on the Hudson."
"Fine: then, in two hours from now, meet me at the Hotel Astor,
where I have rooms, in the name of Madden. Bring down an extra
suit of clothes, and an extra overcoat, for I want to wear your
fur one, which I see there on the davenport. On the downward
trip instruct your chauffeur to drive your car up to your country
place, as soon as he has made the return trip from the hotel.
You will be there before he gets up, on the country roads and he
will be none the wiser. Goodbye, Mr. Grimsby."
At the club Shirley made some necessary disposition of his
private matters, for he knew this case would run longer than
a day. From his rooms he sent a note by messenger to his
theatrical friend, Dick Holloway, which read simply.
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