She laughed charmingly. "Well, it's not surprising, since we were both children when I used to visit Cartonsville. I recognized you from your likeness to your mother. You must come to see me. I am Mrs. Anson Cleaver now. You'll find me in the 'phone book. By the way, I'm having some people in to-night for music. Can't you come?" "I'm afraid I--I--Mr. Robinson and I have an engagement." Mrs. Cleaver turned inquiringly towards Jack. "Mr. Robinson, my secretary," explained Bobo. "Bring him with you. I should be charmed!" With that she sailed away. As soon as she was out of sight Bobo became very bold and looked at Jack with a doggish air, as much as to say: "That's the way to handle them!" But Jack laughed, and he wilted rather. "Can we go to-night?" he asked meekly. "Oh, you want to go now." "It would be sport, wouldn't it?" "Well, I'll see." Later he went into a booth and called up Mr. Delamare. "This is Robinson," he said. "Robinson?" came the puzzled reply. "Mr. Norman's secretary." "Oh, of course!" with a laugh. "What can I do for you?" "I come to you in every difficulty." "That's as it should be. What now?" "Did you ever hear of a lady called Mrs. Anson Cleaver?" "Surely! Everybody has heard of Mrs. Cleaver. It's easy to see you don't read the society columns." "She's the real thing, then." "Well--not quite. Owing to the publicity she gets, she passes in the mind of the public as one of our leaders. But they say she has rather a strangely assorted crowd at her house, and conservative ladies--like Mrs. Delamare, are a little, what shall I say, leery of her. Nothing against her reputation you understand, but she's considered a little too spectacular in her methods." "She made out to recognize Bobo from his likeness to my mother, and asked us to a musicale to-night. I thought she was a crook." "Oh, hardly that! That was only a ladies' lie. Perfectly justifiable under the circumstances." "What circumstances?" "My dear fellow! You forget the éclat of a hundred millions! Think what a drawing card you--I mean Bobo--will be at her entertainments. She intends to be the first to exhibit him." "Then you think it will be all right for us to go?" "Why not? It will be amusing--and it can't very well do you any harm." Just the same when Jack hung up the receiver a doubt remained in his mind. "How did it happen she picked on Bobo with such certainty?" he wondered. "No photograph has been published." There followed a delightful orgy of spending during which Jack threw off all cares. The whole of automobile row from Fiftieth street to Seventy-second seemed to have been forewarned of their coming, and their progress was like a triumphal procession. The sleek, exquisite, expensive cars were put through their paces like willing slaves awaiting a master. Failing to agree on a type they bought both Jack's dashing roadster and Bobo's Imperial limousine.