"It ought not to have taken Dexter all that time just to get a bottle of soothing syrup," suggested Prescott.
"It did, in this case," Reade declared. "The druggist thought there was something queer in Dexter's manner, and so he questioned him sharply as to what Dexter wanted to do with the stuff. Dexter got confused, next angry, and the druggist had about made up his mind not to sell the stuff."
"Well, I hope we've heard the last of that precious pair, Driggs and Dexter," murmured Dalzell plaintively.
"Mrs. Dexter holds the key to that situation," remarked Dick thoughtfully. "If she lets Dexter have money, from time to time, he'll still hang around. If she won't let him have money, and has herself guarded from him, then by and by he'll get tired. Then he'll clear out for new scenes and try some other scheme of getting a living without working. Mrs. Dexter——"
"Sh!" warned Harry Hazelton. "Speaking of angels, here she comes now."
"Boys, I've been looking for you," cried Mrs. Dexter, halting before them. "We didn't come to an understanding last night about the uniforms for your football team."
"How's Myra to-day?" asked Dick, anxious to shelve the other topic.
"She's all right to-day, except that the child is very nervous. That is natural, of course, after her bad scare last night."
"Aren't you afraid to leave her alone?"
"Myra isn't alone. She has Jane to look after her, and Special Officer Grimsby is in the house. I have hired Mr. Grimsby to live at my house for the present. He's a brave man, and will stop any nonsense that may be tried by certain people."