"Yes, suh." For George knew these men to be Secret Service men. He had seen the magic shields. "Dey sure fools yo' sometimes, don't dey? He don't look it."
"That's why I'm taking all these precautions. I can't arrest him until we cross the New York state line. The less they look like it the more dangerous they are. Always remember that, George. He hasn't ordered anything to drink, has he?"
"No, suh; nuthin' but watah an' coffee."
"He hasn't sent or received any telegrams?"
"No, suh."
"What made him decide to risk leaving the car?"
George thought for a moment. "I reckons it was de green plush. He said he couldn't stand it any longer."
The blond man laughed. "Plush! Well, I'd risk it myself if I were in his boots. That's all, George."
The porter bobbed and went away. The moment the door closed the blond man got up.