“While you were loafing in the mountains,” he said, after greetings had been exchanged, “the murderer of Hubbard confessed and was sentenced to die in the electric chair. Redfern and half a dozen directors of the new trust company have been given long sentences at Sing Sing.”
“There are associates that ought to go, too!” Jimmie cried.
“We’re not going to prosecute them,” Mr. Havens answered. “But this is not to the point. The Federal Government wants you boys to undertake a little mission for the Secret Service men. You see,” he went on, “you boys made quite a hit in that Peruvian job.”
“Will Sam go?” asked Ben.
“Sam is Sam no longer,” replied Mr. Havens, with a laugh. “He is now Warren P. King, son of the banker! What do you think of that?”
“Then what was he doing playing the tramp?” asked Carl.
“Oh, he quarreled with his father, and it was the old story, but it is all smooth sailing for him now. He may go with you, but his father naturally wants him at home for a spell.”
“Where are we to go?” asked Ben.
“I’ll tell you that later,” was the reply. “Will you go?”
The boys danced around the room and declared that they were ready to start that moment. The story of their adventures on the trip will be found in the next volume of this series, entitled: