"Possibly I might hire a detail of guards to protect you and make the lads stop," laughingly decided the attorney, "but they'd only stop while the guards were there. If you stop them yourself, Jimmie, they'd stop while you are there! See the point?"
"I'll think about that!" declared Jimmie, sinking back into the big chair and meditatively chewing on a lemon rind.
"But, Ned," protested Harry impatiently, "we're anxious to hear the story of this hurry call. What's the reason for such haste?"
Ned's face, which had cleared somewhat, again became grave.
"I wanted you boys to help me. I need your advice."
"We're the regular little advisers!" stoutly maintained Jack. "What we don't know we can find out from Jimmie and his dream book!"
"You're wonderfully kind. This case needs more than a dream book, I'm afraid. It looks to me like international complications, with some treason and a few other things on the side!"
"Whew, what big words!" gasped Jack. "Why don't you give the case right over to the Secret Service Department and be done with it?"
"Because it isn't considered polite to return presents!"