Jimmy pulled himself into his present surroundings with obvious effort. The eyes that met Grant's were still somewhat dreamy.
"What? Aw gee, Mr. Grant. I wish I was a detective! I bet I could be one."
"And yet you don't know where this mysterious communication you just brought me came from?"
"Aw gee! Mr. Grant. How'd I know it was mysterious? I carry so many messages. How could I guess this one was goin' to be something different. Anyway that ain't got nothin' to do with the kind of detectin' I want to do. I want to be——"
"Look here Jimmy," Grant had risen and crossed over to the boy, "Why don't you stop reading these nickel thrillers and put some of that excess energy into the Boy Scouts?"
"Well, Mr. Grant, that ain't a bad idea. They been tryin' to get me to join. But I want to be a
