“It’s to send a message to the city officer who took those two prisoners to New York on the last train,” he explained to Frank. “Of course there is no doubt that the necklace was part of the proceeds of the burglary he arrested them for.”
“I think you are right,” agreed Frank.
A quiet day in reading and rest did wonders in refreshing the tired out motion picture friends after a week of unusual activity and excitement. All were up bright and early Monday morning.
“I tell you, this is genuine office business,” said Frank, as he rested at noon from continuous labors at his desk.
“You take to it like a duck to water,” declared Ben Jolly.
“Who wouldn’t, with the able corps of assistants at my command?” challenged Frank. “Mr. Vincent took Mr. Booth off my hands. He knows the man much better than I do and, as he expresses it, understands how to keep that visionary individual in the traces. Pep and Randy seem to have just the ability to get our new programme into the very places we want them. Mr. Vincent has sifted out the supply men as they came along, and those letters you got off for me took a big load off my shoulders, Mr. Jolly.”
“It all amounts to having a good machine and starting it right,” insisted Jolly.
The boys felt a trifle anxious as it began to cloud up about one o’clock. A few drops of rain fell. It almost broke Pep’s heart, Randy declared, to see people begin to scatter along the beach and made their way to shelters, and the hotels.
“I’ll try and stem the tide,” observed Vincent smartly, as a bright idea seemed to strike him.
He dived into one of the bedrooms and reappeared in his band costume, cornet in hand.