"I am to do nothing, except send this car up to his hotel with a suitable chauffeur, at eleven o'clock to-morrow. He is going to test it along the Canadian roads." "Was anything said about the amount of capital he was to put up?" "Not a word; we didn't get that far." Parkes took a few turns up and down the room then he said suddenly: "Have you any particular chauffeur in mind?" "No; I was just going out to make arrangements." "You don't need to make any arrangements. I'll be your chauffeur, and can show off this car better than a stranger, who perhaps might be interested in some other automobile, and try to get your customer away. It's to my interest, having spent so much time on it, to see the deal put through. Besides, I know your man, and now that I have encountered him here in Detroit, he cannot deny that I sent him to your shop. I think he owes me at least a commission for bringing you together. I realise, of course, that I have no legal claim on either of you, yet I am sure, if the facts were proved, any court would allow me an agent's commission." "I'll pay your commission," said Sterling. "You haven't got the money, and he has." "Very well; I will let you go as chauffeur, but I must inform him who you are." Parkes shook his head. "My dear Sterling, you are the most honest and impractical man I ever met. If you give him warning, he'll merely leave you in the lurch as he did me." "Do you intend to disguise yourself?" "Certainly not." "Then he will recognise you at once." "I understand that class of Englishman much better than you do. He will never see me, and I don't know that I shall call myself to his attention at all. My own idea is to let the deal go through, claiming only the privilege of being your adviser, and keeping altogether in the background. I can give you valuable hints about dealing with this sort of man. He will regard me as a servant, and unless I said to him: 'Lord Stranleigh of Wychwood, why did you bolt so suddenly from New York?' he would never have the least idea who was sitting beside him, and even then he would exhibit no surprise." "Lord Stranleigh?" echoed Sterling in amazement. "Yes; that's the man you're dealing with, and he's worth untold millions. I'll go up to this hotel now, and see him, if you prefer that I should do so." "No; you may take him out to-morrow, but I advise you to say nothing to him about me or my business. Whatever arrangement we come to finally, you shall be recompensed for your share in the negotiations." Parkes' prediction regarding Stranleigh's non-recognition of him proved accurate. The young man simply said-- "We will cross the ferry, and run up along the Canadian shore as far as Lake St. Clair."