"No, he can choose his own way."
"You're willing to be responsible for him on such a basis?"
"Yes, sir. Wh—what is your tuition fee?"
"Mr. Blazer paid—" Mr. Nelson named half the sum Jeff had expected. "What do you wish to have me do?"
"I want only your written confirmation that Dan is in my care."
"May I also say that you are to return him to us by September fourteenth?"
"Certainly."
"All right. Miss Jackson, may I borrow your desk?"
The confirming letter in an inside pocket, Jeff strode happily out of the school. It had all been much simpler than he had thought possible, but Mr. Nelson was an understanding person. Jeff knew that he himself had undergone one of the most severe examinations of his life—and had passed it. Relieved about Dan, he could now give his whole attention to the business at hand.
It was a long way to the Kennard, but Jeff did not want to hail or phone for a taxi as yet because the neighborhood, and the stores he had seen, interested him. He walked back the way he had come, saw the stores ahead, and halted in front of the Murchison Galleries.