We were bowling along pretty fast, and had just reached open country where it would be a simple matter to change into other clothes without risk of being seen doing it, when we began to be overhauled by another, larger car that came along at a terrific pace.

It was still too dark to make out who was in it until it drew almost abreast.
"The Administrator by the Horn Spoon! What next, I wonder! Pull up!" said Turner.

"Morning, sir." The two cars came to a standstill.

The Administrator leaned out.
"I think I can save you a walk," he said, smiling.

"How about changing your clothes between the cars and driving back with me ?" I did not even know yet what new disguise I was to assume, but Turner opened a hand-bag and produced a suit of my own clothes and a soft hat.
"Burgled your bedroom," he explained.
All he had forgotten was suspenders.