Have Sanders take it at once, in the racer.

No answer required.

And after you've seen it start on its way, come back here.

I want to go to bed." "Yes, sir.

All right, sir," the valet bowed as he took the letter and departed.
Ten minutes later, he was back again, helping old Flint undress.
Long after the Billionaire was in bed, in the big, luxurious room, with its windows open toward the river--the room guarded all night by armed men in the house and on the lawn outside--he lay there thinking of his plot, chuckling to himself over its infernal cunning, and filled with joy at the prospects now opening out ahead of him.
"Two birds with one stone, this time, for sure," he pondered.