[Pg 23] "That's fine!" ironically declared Ned. "Now we'll omit the special occasions and it will be all right. Where did you get it?" "Where Jack got his real hot box!" declared Jimmie. In answer to Ned's puzzled looks the boys quickly detailed the events of the morning. Their previous experiences had taught them to overlook nothing no matter how trifling it might at first appear. A big pitcher of lemonade was prepared and passed about, to which the attorney helped the boys do full justice. "Now," began Jimmie, as the pitcher was emptied and he sat with a huge slice of lemon in each hand, "can't you do something to stop that gang of rowdies out there? They bother us a lot! Only the other day they threw several milk bottles into the road in front of our machines. The broken glass nearly cut our tires to scrap!" "Possibly I might hire a detail of guards to protect you and make the lads stop," laughingly decided the attorney, "but they'd only stop while the guards were there. If you stop[Pg 24] them yourself, Jimmie, they'd stop while you are there! See the point?" [Pg 24] "I'll think about that!" declared Jimmie, sinking back into the big chair and meditatively chewing on a lemon rind. "But, Ned," protested Harry impatiently, "we're anxious to hear the story of this hurry call. What's the reason for such haste?" Ned's face, which had cleared somewhat, again became grave. "I wanted you boys to help me. I need your advice." "We're the regular little advisers!" stoutly maintained Jack. "What we don't know we can find out from Jimmie and his dream book!" "You're wonderfully kind. This case needs more than a dream book, I'm afraid. It looks to me like international complications, with some treason and a few other things on the side!" "Whew, what big words!" gasped Jack. "Why don't you give the case right over to the Secret Service Department and be done with it?" "Because it isn't considered polite to return presents!" [Pg 25] [Pg 25]
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