“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.  A clever person reading the letter would be certain I was asking her to send me my clothes.”

“What’s the point to that?”

“One detail of the police’s search for me will be to open secretly, with the aid of the postal authorities, all mail addressed to my grandmother.  They will steam open this letter about my clothes, then seal it and let it be delivered.  But they will have learned that I have escaped them and am in Chicago.  They will drop the hunt here and telegraph the Chicago police, And of course the news will leak through to my old friends, and they’ll also stop looking for me in New York.”

“I see.”

“And enclosed in another letter written by you, I’ll send an order, also to be posted in Chicago, to a good friend of mine asking him to call at the express office, get my clothes, and hold them until I call or send for them.  When he goes and asks for the clothes, the Chicago police will get him and find the order on him.  They’ll have no charge at all against him, but they’ll have further proof that I’m in Chicago or some place in the Middle West.  The effect will be definitely to transfer the search from New York.”

“Yes, I see,” repeated Miss Sherwood.  “Go ahead and do it; I’ll help you.  But for the present you’ve got to remain right here in the apartment, as I said.  And later, when you think the letters have had their effect, you must use the utmost caution.”

“Certainly,” agreed Larry.

“Now as to your making a start in business.  I suspect that my affairs are in a very bad shape.  Things were left to my brother, as he told you.  I have a lot of papers, all kinds of accounts, which he has brought to me and he’s bringing me a great many more.  I can’t make head or tail of them, and I think my brother is about as much befuddled as I am.  I believe only an expert can understand them.  Mr. Hunt says you have a very keen mind for such matters.  I wish you’d take charge of these papers, and try to straighten them out.”

“Miss Sherwood,” Larry said slowly, “you know my record and yet you risk trusting me with your affairs?”

“Not that I wouldn’t take the risk—­but whatever there is to steal, some one else has already stolen it, or will steal it.  Your work will be to discover thefts or mistakes, and to prevent thefts or mistakes if you can.  You see I am not placing any actual control over stealable property in you—­not yet. . . .  Well, what do you say?”

“I can only say, Miss Sherwood, that you are more than good, and that I am more than grateful, and that I shall do my best!”

Miss Sherwood regarded him thoughtfully for a long space.  Then she said:  “I am going to place something further in your hands, for if you are as clever as I think you are, and if life has taught you as much as I think it has, I believe you can help me a lot.  My brother Dick is wild and reckless.  I wish you’d look out for him and try to hold him in check where you can.  That is, if this isn’t placing too great a duty on you.”