"Cease grumbling! If we wanted to play safe we'd both enter some home for aged and decrepit men and sit among the halt and blind and toothless until we became even as they. Rawlings' defaulter is encumbered, most disgracefully, with the usual blonde, in this case the lily-handed cashier in a motion picture shop; and a man of Rawlings' intelligence would know at a glance that we are not villains of that breed. I haven't traveled by this route for some time and I mean to keep awake to enjoy the pleasant view. My historical sense is always tickled as I cut across Rhode Island and contemplate the state house at Providence. If we were not really upon business bent we might have run down to Narragansett Pier or even to Newport for a breath of air. Newport! Newport is adorable! I am far from being a snob, Archie, but Newport is really the loveliest place in America. I grant you that Bar Harbor has its points and even Bailey Harbor is not so bad--do pardon me, Archie! I forgot for the moment your unhappy memories of that place--but Newport alone is perfection gone to heaven! It would please me enormously to join you in a little excursion to Newport, by yacht preferably; but if it leaked out that we had been flying so high it would injure us with the simple-hearted comrades of the great brotherhood. You can imagine what a man like Red Leary would say if he knew we were dining at tables where the jewels run into millions. And your young friend Abijah, alias Pete Barney, would certainly cut our acquaintance if we failed to take advantage of such glorious opportunities." "How are you going to know whether we're watched?" asked Archie in a frightened whisper when "Forty-second Street" flashed at him from the wall of the tunnel. "In a few minutes we'll know the worst," replied the Governor blandly. "I beg of you be confident, be assured, be cheerful!" At the station gates a man in gray livery stepped up and touched his cap to the Governor. "Ah, Tom; glad to see you again!" "Thank you, sir; is this all the luggage?" "That's all, Tom. Have an eye to Mr. Comly's bag; he's stopping with me." Archie dragged himself into a handsome limousine that was brought to the curb by a chauffeur as impeccably tailored as the footman. "Well, George, how are things with you?" asked the Governor pleasantly. "Very good, sir; things running very smoothly, sir." "Drive directly home, please. "We may wander to our hearts' content, Archie, but there's no place like home, particularly when it's little old New York," remarked the Governor, sinking back contentedly. CHAPTER FOUR I