"I've got to be out a good part of the day on business," Jack went on, "so I've got to have somebody to look after him. I asked you to come firstly, because you know the truth about us, and secondly because I thought if he tried to assault you he'd find his match." "Sure, I'll soothe him like his own mother.--I brought my umbrella. It's a good strong one." Before going out Jack went into Bobo's room. The plump youth, yawning and stretching, was just beginning to think about getting up. "Listen, Bobo," said Jack crisply. "You've got to stay in bed to-day. I've hidden all your clothes. I've engaged a nurse to look after you--and she'll see that you get your meals. You'd best take it quietly, for I'm giving it out that you've been on a tear, and if you make a racket people will think it's the D.T.'s." "But--what--why----?" stammered Bobo. Jack slipped out before he had fully recovered his power of speech. He delivered the key of his room to Mrs. Regan. On his way out Jack sought Baldwin the clerk. "Mr. Norman is sick," he said. "To tell the truth, he's been hitting too swift a pace lately. The doctor has ordered absolute quiet, and I want you to see that he is not disturbed under any pretext whatever, while I'm out. I've left him in charge of a nurse." Baldwin, the discreet, raised no awkward questions about the suddenness of Bobo's attack, nor where the doctor had come from, but assured Jack that his orders would be obeyed. "You remember the lovely lady we saw yesterday?" Jack went on. "Rather!" "Supposing she comes here and shows a disposition to make a scene, introduce her to Connolly the house detective, see? Tip Connolly off to ask her if she didn't once go under the name of Beatrice Blackstone and do typewriting work for Silas Gyde here. That ought to calm her." At the newsstand Jack bought a copy of a yachting magazine and from the advertising pages picked out the address of a leading firm of yacht brokers. A few minutes later he was seated opposite the head of that firm, a trig little man with apple cheeks and shiny pink pate--he need not be named. Every yachtsman knows him. "I represent a well-known millionaire," said Jack, "before I give you his name, or open my business with you, I must ask you to pledge yourself to regard it as confidential." The broker agreed without reservations. "Well," said Jack, "my name is Robinson, and my employer is Mr. John Farrow Norman." As always, this announcement produced a well-nigh magical effect. "Mr. Norman is sick," Jack went on, "the fact is he's been going the pace, rather, since he came into his money, and now he's got to pull up with a round turn." The broker expressed a discreet sympathy. "He has instructed me to charter a steam yacht for a Southern cruise, a roomy, comfortable boat. The main consideration is to get something that's all ready to go."