"Anne," she said, "your chauffeur is badly trained as to manners. Really, he suggests a man graduated from the Fifth Avenue buses, don't you know."
"You must make allowances, Sara; he's only an improvised chauffeur."
"I know; but he 's hardly of the chauffeur type. Now as a detective—can't you imagine him in a pair of false whiskers?"
"I 've always suspected him of a wig," Anne giggled, "or reinforced putees."
With a quick jerking of levers, Armitage stopped the car. He turned around, looked at Sara quietly for a moment and then at Anne. Something in her face told him what he wanted to know.
"Sara," he said, "for a first-class, large gauge sieve, I commend you to any one."
CHAPTER XVI
THE ADVENTURE MATERIALIZES
Sara bowed with mock humility and then raising her head, looked Anne straight in the eyes.