“Did you get an answer from Mrs. Everdail when you telegraphed her about Mimi?” asked Dick.
Mr. Everdail shook his head.
“Not yet,” he admitted. “I don’t believe Mimi is the one. She was with my wife during the last seven years and you get to know a person’s character in that time.”
“Just the same,” Larry insisted, “many respected bank tellers have been discovered for what they were after bank money disappeared.”
“As I live and breathe!” Mr. Everdail spoke gruffly, “I begin to wonder if you shouldn’t be the one to have ‘suspicious’ for a nickname. You have suspected Jeff, and me, and my friend who was with me, and Larsen, here, and his passenger—Captain Parks and now Mimi! It will be Miss Serena next!”
“My gracious!” that lady exclaimed, “I hope not!”
“I never will,” Dick declared.
“I guess I caught the disease from Sandy,” Larry was red-faced, “I admit I deserve the nickname now.”
“If Sandy doesn’t object to losing the nickname, then—” Mr. Everdail smiled a little teasingly.
“Oh, he’s welcome to it,” Sandy cried. “I’ve turned over a new leaf!”