"Th-th-that's my name," answered the man. "W-what can I do f-f-for you?"
"That depends," replied Mr. Brandon. "I called to see you on a matter of business. May I come in?"
The man eyed his visitors with a look of apprehension and annoyance, but finally assented with a nod of his head and led the way into a small and meagerly furnished living room.
"I see that you have a radio set here," remarked Mr. Brandon, seating himself and looking around the room.
"Y-y-y-yes," stuttered the man. "W-what about it?"
The inspector threw back his coat and showed his badge. At the sight of this symbol of authority the man gave a violent start.
"I happen to be a radio telephone inspector," explained Mr. Brandon.
"O-oh," said the man, visibly relieved that it was no worse. "W-why do you want to see me?"
"Because you've been violating the government regulations," replied the inspector sternly. "There have been a number of complaints against you, and you've got yourself into serious trouble."
As he spoke he crossed his legs, which was the sign agreed on, and unseen by the man who during this conversation had had his back toward the boys, Bob tiptoed out to the street and beckoned to Miss Berwick and her lawyer, who followed him promptly and softly into the room.