Johnny opened the door.

Gresham moved.

Loring quickly clutched him by the knee.

The chauffeur looked back.
"Leave it to me," he suggested in most friendly tones.

"You don't need to change taxis." "I'd feel more like a real sport if I hired two," Johnny argued, studying his man intently.
"I've got two numbers and I'll switch 'em," offered the assistant brigand.
"I think the police must know you by name," commented Johnny, "but I'll take a chance," and giving Polly's address he climbed back.
"Shall we hide the bonds ?" whispered Polly as she prepared to alight at the Parsons home.
"Certainly not," replied Johnny.