“Where’s your father’s room?” Bill stepped into the corridor, Charlie at his heels. “There—that one opposite—the door’s open. He isn’t there—I looked before I woke…

The flivver pulled up at the side of the dirt road and stopped. Ezra Parker, behind the wheel, switched off the motor and likewise the…

“Twin heads, Charlie!” said Bill, resuming his headphones sometime later. The _Loening_ was flying in from the Atlantic. Bill had thought it wiser than trailing…

The lights of a car swung round the hemlocks, then levelled directly on the field as the automobile sped down the stretch of lawn between…

“Pretty as a picture!” said Bill and laughed. “A picture no artist could paint,” declared Charlie rather ruefully, studying his reflection in the mirror. Arrayed…

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bill Bolton, startled from a sound sleep, sat up in bed. His room was pitch dark. For a moment or two he…