Bob obliged the commodore with such news as he could give. He told how he had tried unsuccessfully to sway Gee-gee and to show her the error of her ways; how she, however, seemed resolutely determined on her course of action and was not to be swayed. He related also that there was a legal light in the house.
At this point Dan’s remarks became explosive; it was like the Fourth of July at the other end of the line. Bob waited until the racket ceased and then he went on with further details, trying to be as conscientious and informing as possible. Finally he couldn’t think of anything more to say. But Dan thought of a lot—and some of it was personal, too. It didn’t ruffle Bob at all, however. It rolled off him like water off a duck’s back.
“You’ll be arrested,” said Bob at last. “There’s a law against that kind of talk through telephones, you know.”
“I’m afraid it’s all up,” moaned Dan.
“’Fraid it is!” affirmed Bob. “How does Clarence take it?”
“He’s sitting here, all broke up.”
“Well, tell him to cheer up if he can,” said Bob. “Gid-up isn’t nearly so dangerous as Gee-gee. At least that’s my opinion.”
“Oh, isn’t she?” sneered Dan. And then there was some more Fourth of July at the other end of the line.
Bob waited patiently for it to subside. “Is that all you wanted to talk with me about?” he asked at length.
“It is not,” snapped Dan. “Those confounded blankety-blank detectives, some blankety-blank idiot has employed as gardeners about Mrs. Ralston’s place, have arrested that-blankety-blank medical head of the private sanatorium.”