"Some business matter, I fancy," said Mr. Crowninshield as he rose. "I'm sorry to interrupt the lesson."
"I was just about through, sir."
"I'll be back in a moment probably."
"Poor father always has telephone calls," lamented Nancy sympathetically. "If he ever starts out to play golf somebody is sure to want him. Sometimes I wish that New York office was in the bottom of the sea."
"I guess you'd have precious little bread and butter if it was," announced Dick with brotherly sarcasm.
"Certainly you wouldn't be able to provide me with any," Nancy flashed back with a teasing laugh.
"Children!" interposed Mrs. Crowninshield.
"Here's Dad! Well, Pater, what was it?" asked Dick. Then on observing his father was unwontedly excited he repeated, "What's up, Dad?"
"It was Lyman," Mr. Crowninshield answered. "The New York police have run down two men and Mr. Lyman wants Bob to come over and see if he can identify either of them as the one who kidnapped Lola."
"You could identify him, couldn't you, Bob?" Walter put in.