pouring out some Rangoon oil. Sitting down carelessly, he lighted a
cigarette.

"I understand you were rather fond of my partner, Lawrence
Featherstone," he remarked.

"If I may say so, sir, I was. A very likable young gentleman."

"I expect you know he got into trouble."

John looked pained at his bluntness. "I heard something about it, sir.
Perhaps Mr. Lawrence was a little wild. It sometimes happens in very
good families."

"Just so," said Foster. "Would you be surprised to hear he hadn't got
out of that trouble yet?"

"Not surprised exactly; I was afraid of something like it, sir."

Foster knew this was as much as he would admit, but felt that he could
trust the man.

"Very well. My partner's in some danger, and with Mr. Featherstone's
permission I must try to see him through, but may want your help. I
suppose you're willing?"

"Yes, sir. If it's for Mr. Lawrence, you can take it that I am."

"You can drive an automobile pretty well?"