"He will handle it. He can't get here until the first train in the morning, but of course he is working on the case already."
"Working on the case?" repeated Simon impatiently. "How in thunder can he? He doesn't know anything about it yet."
"Oh, yes, he does. You forget that I was able to give him a lot of information. We had a long talk—ask Bolt."
"But, what can he do in New York?"
"Plenty," said the big man airily. "You don't know him."
"May I ask again," said Miss Ocky plaintively, "who is this Peter Creighton? And what?"
"He's a dear!" said Mrs. Krech.
"He's a wonder!" said her husband.
"He's a detective," said Simon grimly.
"A detective! Coming here!" cried Miss Ocky, her eyes bright with interest. "My word, won't that be jolly!"