"That man doesn't believe in being accommodating," said Robert to himself. "However, there is no telling how many times he has been bothered by people looking for other Farleys."
He had the address of the Farley living on Michigan Avenue, and told the hackman to drive to it. The distance was covered in quarter of an hour. A sleepy-looking servant answered our hero's summons.
"Is Mr. Farley at home?"
"He is, but he went to bed long ago."
"Will you tell him that Robert Frost is here and wishes to see him on important business?"
"Yes, sir."
Robert was ushered into a library and the servant went off. Soon Mr. Farley appeared, in dressing gown and slippers.
"Why, Frost, what brings you here this time of night?" he asked, as he came in.
"I suppose you are surprised, Mr. Farley, but something quite out of the ordinary has happened, and I want your advice."
"I will assuredly do the best I can for you. What is the trouble?"