"Phil! Ken!" he called jubilantly.
His face shadowed as his hands came against the unyielding door of the house.
"Phil--" he faltered.
"Perhaps they haven't the telegram," Mr. Martin said. "We'll have to wait around."
"They might be at the Maestro's," Kirk said suddenly. "Come--run quick--I'll show you the way. There's a hole in the hedge--are you too big to get through?"
"I think not," said the mate.
In the Maestro's library, Felicia leaned suddenly upon the piano. "Ken," she said, breathing hard, "something's going to happen--something!"
"What more can happen?" Ken said gently.
"But--oh, please! Do something--I don't know--"
"Poor child!" murmured the Maestro. "Sit here, Felicia. Help her, Ken."