Renwick produced money, the sight of which brought about an amazing activity on the part of the garage man. Renwick strolled to and fro outside, alternately smoking and watching the preparations for departure, while the melancholy giant stood leaning upon his umbrella in the doorway. What was he waiting for? Renwick thought that he had made his intentions sufficiently explicit. At last, his impatience getting the better of him, he stopped before the man with the umbrella.
"I am greatly obliged to you for your kindness. But you understand? I go on alone."
The man in black regarded him blandly.
"That is not a part of the arrangement," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"That I am to go with you."
"I asked you to make no such arrangement."
"It is a pity that perhaps I misunderstood."
Renwick angrily approached the garage owner and tried to make him understand, but he only proceeded with his work with greater alacrity, bowing and pointing to the man in the doorway.
"You observe," said the tall man, "that you will only complicate matters?"