“Central cannot get the News,” said Jack, hanging up. “She thinks everybody must have gone home. It is rather late for a fact,” glancing at his watch. “I had not thought of that.”
“Has Brooke a telephone in his house?” asked Percival.
“I don’t know, I’ll look,” and Jack took down the address book hanging at the side of the instrument.
“I don’t remember that he has,” murmured Percival.
“No, he has not, only one at his office,” reported Jack, after looking in the directory. “We cannot catch him now.”
“That’s too bad,” grumbled Harry. “I would have liked to know positively about the business before supper.”
“I can call him up after supper,” suggested Dick. “He often goes back to the office of an evening. If he knows anything he will tell me, of course.”
“If he does?” cried Harry. “Won’t he?”
“If the boy tells him, but the boy may not.”
“He couldn’t refuse. He’d lose his job if he did.”