“Who is he?” Dick asked.
“He’s Chairman or something of the Street Department.”
“Superintendent of Streets,” corrected Way. “I saw it on the door.”
“I mean,” explained Dick, “what’s his name?”
“Oh, Burns. He’s Ned Burns’ father.”
“Uncle,” corrected Way.
“Could Burns have done anything with him, do you suppose?” Dick asked thoughtfully.
“I don’t believe so. The man is deficient in public spirit and lacking in—in charitable impulse, or something.” Lanny frowned intently at Way until the latter said:
“Out with it! What’s on your mind?”