"Pardon me, but what's it all about? Why under the sun should I go home with you?"
"Because I want to talk confidentially to you for an hour."
"You're not judging from these togs that I'm a criminal, are you?" the boy grinned, and it seemed to Johnson Boller that the tone was far too cultivated for the clothes.
"What?"
"I mean, you don't want any one murdered, or anything of that kind?"
Anthony laughed richly.
"By no means, my dear boy. As to what it is all about I'll tell you when we get there. You'll come?"
"I think not," the boy said frankly.
"But——"
"Nix! I don't know why, but I don't like the idea. I think it's a little bit too unusual. Who are you, anyway?"