“You and Jerry ought to know more about that [[31]]than any one else,” shrugged Scoop, “for you were here when it happened.” Then he added, in a lighter voice: “But let’s forget about your mysterious whisperer for the present. If there’s a mystery here, we probably can solve it to-night.”
“You think the man will come back?”
“It isn’t unlikely.”
Peg’s black eyes snapped.
“Gosh! I wish it was my turn to watch.”
“I imagine,” laughed Scoop, “that Red will be tickled pink to let you have his place.”
“Where is Red?” I spoke up, thus reminded of our absent chum. “Why didn’t you bring him with you?”
“What? Get that sleepy-head out of bed before eight o’clock? You must think I know how to work miracles, Jerry.”
“I’ll stop for him on my way back,” I said, starting off abreast of Peg.
“Make it snappy,” Scoop told us. “For there’s a million things to do before we can open up our show.” Then he called after us, laughing: “Don’t forget to look on the front page of last night’s Daily Globe when you get home.”