Just then Jack’s younger brother, aged thirteen, burst into the house. Seeing Jack with his mother, he cried, “Say, I heard you were playing cops and robbers; is it true?”
Jack and his mother laughed. “Come on, Jack, tell me about it,” insisted the boy.
But Jack paid no attention to his brother. His mother said, “I just wonder what your father will say when he comes home.”
She walked out into the kitchen to continue her preparations for dinner. In due time, Mr. Stormways came home carrying an evening paper with him. As soon as he stepped into the house, his younger son cried, “Did you hear, Dad? Jack has been playing cops and robbers.”
“Yes, son, I heard all about it. Too much, in fact. What do you think we ought to do about it?”
“I think you ought to make him tell us all about it, Dad,” answered the boy. “He wouldn’t tell me anything.”
“All right, we’ll see what we can do about that. Where is he, by the way?”
“He is upstairs in his room. Shall I call him?”
“Yes, do, son. Tell him to come down for dinner. I shall be in the dining room.”