“On a fishing trip.”
“Where?”
“I have orders not to give that information.”
Dr. Hale was just a little drunk, perhaps. “You l give it just the same,” he roared. “By orders of the President of the United States!”
The butler laughed. “I don’t see him.”
“You will,” said Hale.
He got back in the cab. The driver had fallen asleep, but Hale shook him awake.
“The White House,” said Dr. Hale.
“I-huh?”
“The White House, in Washington,” said Dr. Hale. “And hurry!” He pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket. The cabby looked at it, and groaned. Then he put the bill into his pocket and started the cab.