"Never heard of it—or, stop a minute, isn't there a wireless station there or something?"
"Yes, sir. My brother——"
"Well, no matter about your brother now. You go into the house and call him up. When you get the line let me know and I will speak with him."
"Yes, sir." Nevertheless the lad lingered. "I'm—I'm awfully sorry," repeated he.
"There, there, go along. You meant no harm. You just blundered. But blunders are expensive things sometimes and this one may prove so unless we can prevent it."
Still His Highness did not go.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked his employer impatiently.
"My brother told me to tell you that Jerry had a telephone message this afternoon."
"A telephone message? What has that got to do with it?" burst out Mr. Crowninshield at the end of his patience.
"I don't know. Bob just said to tell you."