“That’s all right, Leslie,” grunted his father. “But I should like our sentiment to take a form that would please him outside of that. Wait a minute. We’ll ask——Hello, Carter!”
“What is it?” asked the detective.
“Come over here. We want to ask you something.”
Nick Carter strolled over to the two Arnolds and gave them a good-humored nod.
“Go ahead! What’s the difficulty?”
In a few words Leslie Arnold explained what they wanted to do, and the quandary they were in as to how to do it.
“We should like to present Lord Slava with something he would like to possess, and at the same time make him understand in some tangible way how grateful we are.”
Nick Carter reflected for a few minutes. Suddenly he exclaimed, in a tone of conviction, as he slapped his right fist into the palm of his other hand:
“I believe I have it!”
“What?” asked Jefferson Arnold. “Something that he would like to have, do you mean?”