I kept to the right and slowed down a little. If he once got inside his house I knew of no tool that could pry him loose again, but we were now only twenty-five minutes away and from where I sat it looked hopeless.
However, I slowed to thirty and spoke. “We’ve left Westchester, and Noonan is gone. They turned off back there. That’s as far as my orders go. Next?”
“Where are we?”
“Riverdale.”
“How soon will we get home?”
But there I fooled you. That’s what I was sure he would say, but he didn’t. What he said was, “How can we get off of this race course?”
“Easy. That’s what the steering wheel’s for.”
“Then leave it and find a telephone.”
I never heard anything like it. At the next opening I left the highway, followed the side drive a couple of blocks and turned right, and rolled up a hill and then down. I was a stranger in the Riverdale section, but anybody can find a drugstore anywhere, and soon I pulled up at the curb in front of one.
I asked if he was going in to phone and he said no, I was. I turned in the seat to get a look at him.