“You mean the men who stole the pay car?”
“Yes; oh, they put it over on me good. They pulled the wool over my eyes. I thought I had them, and they let me think so. I’ve got to find them, I’ve got to make good, or I’ll never hold up my head in Stanley Junction again.”
“You did the best you could, I am sure, Zeph,” encouraged Ralph soothingly.
“The best won’t do!” almost shouted out Zeph. “There’s got to be better. Oh, Ralph, it will break my heart if I fail. I’ve got to find that stolen pay car, and you’ve got to help me.”
[CHAPTER XXVIII—THE “TEST” SPECIAL]
“Mr. Fairbanks?”
“Yes, sir.”
“This is the office of the general superintendent. He wishes to see you immediately.”
“I will report at once.”
Ralph put down the telephone receiver, exchanged his office coat for street wear, and within five minutes was admitted into the private office of his superior official.