“We were discussing the merits of women,” said John.
“And John said a woman wouldn’t like cracked stove-lids,” put in Jimmie.
“I think they’re lovely,” said Mary. “But jokes are off. I’ve come on an errand. It’s important.”
“Have a chair,” said John.
“For just one minute,” said Mary, seating herself. She perched on the edge of her chair as she explained, “Tom Howe sent me. He couldn’t come. He thinks there is stolen treasure hidden in that big, old house on this estate. He has a direct tip from a certain man who sells information. He wants us to search the house.”
“Tonight?” John sprang to his feet.
“Cellar to garret.” The girl nodded.
“But listen,” exclaimed John. At that instant there came a distant peal of thunder. “It’s going to rain.”
“Orders are orders,” said Mary, becoming a trifle dramatic herself. “The law must be served.”
“All right,” said John. There was a tired note in his voice. He reached for his coat. “Come on, Jimmie. We must search that house.”