“Well, you can wait, can’t you? You don’t seem to be able to do that any more, but you better learn.”
“All right. What next?”
“Make a quick getaway. Now!”
“Yes, I’m going at once. Keep me posted, Ben. Be good!”
He hung up and went out to the wide, tree-shaded street where Ruhannah sat in the runabout 95 awaiting him, and the new chauffeur stood by the car.
He took off his straw hat, pulled a cap and goggles from his pocket. His man placed the straw hat in the boot.
“Get what you wanted, Rue?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Been waiting long?”
“I—don’t think so.”