CHAPTER IV

A FRIEND OF TIM'S It was another of those mornings on which the fog maybe did not come. Roger and his guests were in the limousine again; it seemed to John Quincy that they had left it only a few minutes before. So it must have seemed to the chauffeur too as, sleepy-eyed, he hurried them toward the water-front. "By the way, John Quincy," Roger said, "you'll want to change your money before you go aboard." John Quincy gathered his wandering thoughts. "Oh, yes, of course," he answered. Roger smiled. "Just what sort o…