I
have been thinking the matter over since I saw you last night. I
therefore ask you to remain here, never leaving the apartment--"
"Miss Sherwood!" he ejaculated.
"And a little later, when we go out to our place on Long Island,
you'll have more freedom. For the present you will be, to the servants
and any other persons who may chance to come in, Mr. Brandon, a second
cousin staying with us; and your explanation for never venturing forth
can be that you are convalescing after an operation. Perhaps you can
think of a plan whereby later on you might occasionally leave the
house without too great risk to yourself."
"Yes. The risk comes from the police, and from some of my old friends
and the gangsters they have enlisted. So long as they believe me in
New York, they'll all be on the lookout for me every moment. If they
believed me out of New York, they would all discontinue their
vigilance. If--if--But perhaps you would not care to do so much."
"Go on."
"Would you be willing to write a letter to some friend in Chicago,
requesting the friend to post an enclosed letter written by me?"
"Certainly."
"My handwriting would be disguised--but a person who really knows my
writing would penetrate the attempted disguise and recognize it as
mine. My letter would be addressed to my grandmother requesting her to
express my recent purchase of forfeited pledges to me in Chicago.
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