"Hullo, I was just going to send a message up to your place," he said to the utility man.
"All right, I'll take it," replied Snuggers. "You can pay me for the messenger service," he added with a grin.
"Whom is the message for, if I may ask?" questioned Dick quickly.
"For Richard Rover."
"That's myself. Let me have it at once."
"You are Richard Rover?" queried the operator, and looked at
Snuggers, who nodded. "You came here just in time, then."
The telegraph operator brought the message forth, and Dick tore it open with a hand that trembled in spite of his efforts to control it. He felt instinctively that something was wrong.
The telegram was from Mrs. Randolph Rover, and ran as follows:
"Come home at once. Your father and uncle attacked by unknown rascal who tried to ransack house. Uncle seriously hurt.
"Martha Rover."