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must address me simply as Worthington. That is
customary. It is also customary for me to address my
employers in a somewhat formal manner. You are
now my employer, as it were, and I would prefer to
adhere to custom.”
“Well, all right, Worthington,” Jupiter said. “If it’s
customary.
“Thank you, sir. Now the car and I are at your
service for thirty days.”
“Thirty days of twenty-four hours each,” Jupiter
said. “That’s how the contest rules were worded.”
“Precisely, sir.” Worthington opened the rear door.
“Will you enter?”
“Thank you,” Jupiter said, as he and his partner
clambered in. “But you don’t have to open doors for
us. We’re young enough to do that for ourselves.”
“If you don’t mind, sir,” Worthington answered, “I
would prefer to render every service I’m supposed to.
If I don’t, I might get slack in the future.”
“I see.” Jupiter mulled that over as Worthington
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took his place behind the wheel. “But we may want to
get in or out in a hurry sometimes, Worthington. We
might not be able to wait for you. Suppose we get in
and out by ourselves, except at the beginning and
ending of a trip.”
“Very good, sir.” In the rear-view mirror they could
see the British chauffeur smiling. “A very neat
solution.”
“Uh—we probably won’t be as dignified as most of
the people you’ve driven around,” Jupiter confided.
“And we may want to go to some unusual spots . . .
This will help explain.”
He handed one of The Three Investigators’ business
cards to Worthington, who studied it gravely.
“I believe I understand, sir,” Worthington said. “I
am quite looking forward to this assignment. It will be
a change to drive someone young and adventurous.
Most of my passengers recently have been rather
elderly and cautious. Now our first destination, sir?”
Pete and Jupiter found themselves taking a great
liking to the chauffeur.
“We want to go to World Studios, in Hollywood, to
call on Mr. Alfred Hitchcock,” Jupiter said. “I—uh—
I telephoned him yesterday.”
“Very good, Master Jones.”
A moment later the luxurious car was purring up
the road that led over the hills towards Hollywood.
Worthington spoke over his shoulder. “I should
inform you that this car has a telephone and a