"Jack Norman!" said Bobo. "Then what were you loafing in the park by yourself for?"
"Trying to get accustomed to the idea."
Bobo had no more to say. He had lost the condescending air.
"Here's the situation," said Jack. "For certain reasons which I will explain to you, I want to keep under cover for a while. I want to keep my picture out of the papers. I don't want to be pointed out and followed wherever I go. Well, the easiest way to escape notice is for me to get some fellow to take my place, see?"
"But everybody who knows you will know I'm not the real guy."
"That's all right. We won't be moving in the same circles as I used to. Want to do it?"
"Do I want to do it——!"
"Wait a minute. It's only fair to warn you that old Silas Gyde was croaked by a gang of blackmailers, and they're after me now."
Bobo paled and hesitated.
"But I mean to meet all their demands until we nail them, so there's not much danger."