Jim smiled wickedly into the receiver. "Well, say, young feller,
I'm surprised you don't know me. This is J. P. Morgan speaking'.
I want sell--Huh? Oh, y-y-yes, Sir. Why, yes, sir, Mr. Leffingwell.
I thought I was talking to some fresh guy on the phone. Excuse
me, Sir! Yes, sir! I have news for you. I'm here at the Park
Hospital with a fare what got stabbed. No, sir, it's not a boy.
He's a little thin man. I know where the boys is, and they want
help. Yes, Sir! My car is right here, but I'm been' detained.
Yes, sir, they won't let me go 'til the young feller gets better
or croaks."

The detective cut in. "Does he want you to come there?"

"He sure does that!" said Jim.

The detective took the receiver. He told Mr. Leffingwell the
circumstances.

He listened attentively. Then "Yes, sir," he said. "I will come
right over with him."





CHAPTER X

BY WAY OF THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR