"Do as I say, or I shall ask you to return the letter to me."
I rushed off toward the letter-box, drew down the lid, and deposited the letter—my letter. When I turned she was running up the steps, and a second later she had disappeared.
I hadn't been so happy in all my life!
Cabby waited at the curb.
Suddenly I became conscious that I was holding something in my hand. It was the benevolent old gentleman's stovepipe hat!
I pushed the button: pushed it good and hard. Presently I heard a window open cautiously.
"What is it?" asked a querulous voice.
"Mr. Chittenden?"
"Yes."