"—covered the bunch with your gun while they were still blinking! You were great in that part, dad."
"It was a good part," said Mr. Crocker modestly. "It had fat. I'd like to have a chance to play a kidnapper again. There's a lot of pep to kidnappers."
"You shall play one again," said Jimmy. "I am putting on a little sketch with a kidnapper as the star part."
"Eh? A sketch? You, Jim? Where?"
"Here. In this house. It is entitled 'Kidnapping Ogden' and opens to-night."
Mr. Crocker looked at his only son in concern. Jimmy appeared to him to be rambling.
"Amateur theatricals?" he hazarded.
"In the sense that there is no pay for performing, yes. Dad, you know that kid Ogden upstairs? Well, it's quite simple. I want you to kidnap him for me."
Mr. Crocker sat down heavily. He shook his head.
"I don't follow all this."