“But you say the police are coming,” said the father, turning to Jack.
The boy nodded.
“Yes, Mr. Benton,” answered Marjorie. “And we’re sorry we didn’t catch your son, instead of you. He seems to be the principal offender; but we sent for the police before we knew who it was, and—”
She stopped, and listened. A motor had stopped at the entrance.
“And they are probably here now!” said Jack, finishing the sentence for her.
“What about me?” asked the man, starting to rise.
“Just sit still and keep quiet!” ordered Jack, sharply; “and you’ll see! Show the cops around here, will you, Dick?”
“I wonder what has happened to John?” said Marjorie, nervously. “I thought he’d be back long before the police arrived.”
“So did I,” said Jack. “Maybe he waited for them.”
A man in plain clothes appeared with Dick around the side of the house. When he beheld Jack in a skirt and middy-blouse, twirling a girl’s wig on one of his fingers, he had difficulty in repressing a laugh.