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The Fleming butler—Walters, Rand remembered Gladys Fleming having called him—became apologetic upon learning who the visitor was.
“Forgive me, Colonel Rand, but I’m afraid I must put you to some inconvenience, sir,” he said. “You see, we have no chauffeur, at present, and I don’t drive very well, myself. Would you object to putting up your own car, sir? The garage is under the house, at the rear; just follow the driveway around. I’ll go through the house and meet you there for the luggage. I’m dreadfully sorry to put you to the trouble, but. …”
“Oh, that’s all right,” Rand comforted him. “Just as soon do it, myself, now, anyhow. I expect to be in and out with the car while I’m here, and I’d better learn the layout of the garage now.”
“You may back in, sir, or drive straight in and b
