Bill finished his ginger ale. "Come on, tell me the rest."
Dorothy grinned. "That's all there is, there isn't any more, my child. Don't imagine those police are efficient, do you? None of the missing bonds have been found, and as for the money, those chaps have probably spent it by this time. I feel awfully sorry for Daddy, though," she continued in a changed voice, "--that Mrs. Hamberfield is still raising the roof about her diamond necklace. Serves her right for being such a mutt, I say."
"Tough on both parties, I should think."
"Nothing of the kind. Daddy says that her husband, Stonington Hamberfield, made his coin profiteering during the war. What do you think his name really is?"
"You tell me."
"Steinburg Hammerfeld--isn't that a hot one?"
"A Hun, eh?"
"Well, if he isn't--I'm President Hindenburg, San Francisco Harbor and the Statue of Liberty all in one!"
Bill smiled appreciatively at this sally, then changed the subject. "Let's go to the movies this evening?"
"Can't. It's Pen and Pencil Club night."