“Oh!” he said disappointedly. “Mind you, Double Dan’s clever.”
“Nonsense!” said Bobbie with loud scorn. “He couldn’t impersonate Uncle Isaac. I would know him anywhere!”
“Oh, couldn’t he ...!” sneered Superbus. “You don’t know Double Dan!”
Bobbie had done some quick thinking. He must talk to Gordon alone. Mr. Superbus being impervious to the hints which followed:
“I want to have a little talk with my uncle,” said Bobbie, “on family business. Do you mind leaving us alone for a minute?”
Julius was in two minds about the matter.
“Don’t let him escape,” he cautioned. “He’s as artful as a monkey! You ought to hear what he did to me last night!”
“Certainly not.” Bobbie was ready to promise that he would bring his brother to execution.
Still Mr. Superbus lingered. Diana had gone out, leaving instructions which were to be carried out to the letter. Julius was a stickler for duty.
“And don’t let him telephone.”