"Will they have Don there at the house waiting for him?" Phyllis inquired.
"No, indeed. There's not a word about that. The detectives say that they will probably try to take the money by force; perhaps knock Uncle Don senseless. They don't want him to go, but they have to admit that they haven't a single clew."
"Oh, Chuck, isn't it hateful not to be able to do a single thing to help?" Phyllis's voice rang with real emotion.
"You bet," Chuck agreed. "I lie awake at night thinking all kinds of things and planning what I'd do if I ever caught those brutes, but that doesn't do much good. I wish Uncle Don would let me go with him on Monday. I'd take a gun along and do a little holding up on my own hook."'
"But that would only make things worse; they'd be sure to do something awful to Don then," Phyllis reasoned.
"Suppose so," Chuck was forced to admit. "I don't suppose I'll see you to-morrow, will I?" he added.
"Why not?" Phyllis inquired. "Come over to the house in the afternoon and we can go for a walk."
Chuck looked at her gratefully. "Thanks, guess I will; I'll be over about two." He lifted his cap as they reached the steps of the house and turned to go. "Tell Janet I'm sorry she is sick," he called back, and Phyllis nodded as Annie opened the door.
She found Janet up and dressed, but playing the invalid up in the snuggery.
"Any news?" she called, as she heard Phyllis's step on the stairs.