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ial must be his weapon。
〃I had m' suspicions；〃 resumed Miss Trimble； 〃that someth'ng was goin' t' be pulled off to…night； 'nd I was waiting outside f'r it to break loose。 This guy here；〃 she indicated the bearded plotter； who blinked deprecatingly through his spectacles； 〃h's been waiting on the c'rner of th' street for the last hour with 'n automobile。 I've b'n watching him right along。 I was onto h's game！ Well； just now out came the kid with this plug…ugly here。〃 She turned to Mr。 Crocker。 〃Say you！ Take off th't mask。 Let's have a l'k at you！〃
Mr。 Crocker reluctantly drew the cambric from his face。
〃Goosh！〃 exclaimed Miss Trimble in strong distaste。 〃Say； 've you got some kind of a plague； or wh't is it？ Y'look like a coloured ic supplement！〃 She confronted the shrinking Mr。 Crocker and ran a bony finger over his cheek。 〃Make…up！〃 she said； eyeing the stains disgustedly。 〃Grease paint！ Goosh！〃
〃Skinner！〃 cried Mrs。 Pett。
Miss Trimble scanned her victim more closely。
〃So 't is； if y' do a bit 'f excavating。〃 She turned on the bearded one。 〃'nd I guess all this shrubbery is fake； 'f you e down to it！〃 She wrenched at the unhappy man's beard。 It came off in her hands； leaving a square chin behind it。 〃If this ain't a wig； y'll have a headache t'morrow；〃 observed Miss Trimble； weaving her fingers into his luxuriant head…covering and pulling。 〃Wish y' luck！ Ah！ 'twas a wig。 Gimme those spect'cles。〃 She surveyed the results of her handiwork grimly。 〃Say； Clarence；〃 she remarked； 〃y're a wise guy。 Y' look handsomer with 'em on。 Does any one know this duck？〃
〃It is Mitchell；〃 said Mrs。 Pett。 〃My husband's physical instructor。〃
Miss Trimble turned； and； walking to Jimmy； tapped him meaningly on the chest with her revolver。
〃Say； this is gett'n interesting！ This is where y' 'xplain； y'ng man； how 'twas you happened to be down in this room when th't crook who's just gone was monkeyin' with the safe。 L'ks t' me as if you were in with these two。〃
A feeling of being on the verge of one of those crises which dot the smooth path of our lives came to Jimmy。 To conceal his identity from Ann any longer seemed impossible。 He was about to speak； when Ann broke in。
〃Aunt Nesta；〃 she said； 〃I can't let this go on any longer。 Jerry Mitchell isn't to blame。 I told him to kidnap Ogden！〃
There was an awkward silence。 Mrs。 Pett laughed nervously。
〃I think you had better go to bed； my dear child。 You have had a severe shock。 You are not yourself。〃
〃But it's true！ I did tell him； didn't I； Jerry？〃
〃Say！〃 Miss Trimble silenced Jerry with a gesture。 〃You beat 't back t' y'r little bed； honey； like y'r aunt says。 Y' say y' told this guy t' steal th' kid。 Well； what about this here Skinner？ Y' didn't tell him； did y'？〃
〃II〃 Ann began confusedly。 She was utterly unable to account for Skinner； and it made her task of explaining difficult。
Jimmy came to the rescue。 He did not like to think how Ann would receive the news； but for her own sake he must speak now。 It would have required a harder…hearted man than himself to resist the mute pleading of his father's grease…painted face。 Mr。 Crocker was a game sport： he would not have said a word without the sign from Jimmy； even to save himself from a night in prison。 but he hoped that Jimmy would speak。
〃It's perfectly simple；〃 said Jimmy； with an attempt at airiness which broke down miserably under Miss Trimble's eye。 〃Perfectly simple。 I really am Jimmy Crocker； you know。〃 He avoided Ann's gaze。 〃I can't think what you are making all this fuss about。〃
〃Th'n why did y' sit in at a plot to kidnap this boy？〃
〃That； of courseha； ha！might seem at first sight to require a little explanation。〃
〃Y' admit it； then？〃
〃Yes。 As a matter of fact； I did have the idea of kidnapping Ogden。 Wanted to send him to a dogs' hospital； if you understand what I mean。〃 He tried to smile a conciliatory smile； but； encountering Miss Trimble's left eye； abandoned the project。 He removed a bead of perspiration from his forehead with his handkerchief。 It struck him as a very curious thing that the simplest explanations were so often quite difficult to make。 〃Before I go any further； I ought to explain one thing。 Skinner there is my father。〃
Mrs。 Pett gasped。
〃Skinner was my sister's butler in London。〃
〃In a way of speaking；〃 said Jimmy； 〃that is correct。 It's rather a long story。 It was this way； you see。 。 。 。〃
Miss Trimble uttered an ejaculation of supreme contempt。
〃I n'ver saw such a lot of babbl'ng crooks in m' life！ 't beats me what y' hope to get pulling this stuff。 Say！〃 She indicated Mr。 Crocker。 〃This guy's wanted f'r something over in England。 We've got h's photographs 'n th' office。 If y' ask me； he lit out with the spoons 'r something。 Say！〃 She fixed one of the geniuses with her pelling eye。 〃'Bout time y' made y'rself useful。 Go'n call up th' Astorbilt on th' phone。 There's a dame there that's been making the enquiries f'r this duck。 She told Anderson'sand Anderson's handed it on to usto call her up any hour of the day 'r night when they found him。 You go get her on the wire and t'll her t' e right up here'n a taxi and identify him。〃
The genius paused at the door。
〃Whom shall I ask for？〃
〃Mrs。 Crocker；〃 snapped Miss Trimble。 〃Siz Bingley Crocker。 Tell her we've found th' guy she's been looking for！〃
The genius backed out。 There was a howl of anguish from the doorway。
〃I beg your pardon！〃 said the genius。
〃Can't you look where you're going！〃
〃I am exceedingly sorry〃
〃Brrh！〃
Mr。 Pett entered the room； hopping。 He was holding one slippered foot in his hand and appeared to be submitting it to some form of massage。 It was plain that the usually mild and gentle little man was in a bad temper。 He glowered round him at the pany assembled。
〃What the devil's the matter here？〃 he demanded。 〃I stood it as long as I could； but a man can't get a wink of sleep with this noise going on！ 〃
〃Yipe！ Yipe！ Yipe！〃 barked Aida from the shelter of Mrs。 Pett's arms。
Mr。 Pett started violently。
〃Kill that dog！ Throw her out！ Do something to her！〃
Mrs。 Pett was staring blankly at her husband。 She had never seen him like this before。 It was as if a rabbit had turned and growled at her。 ing on top of the crowded sensations of the night； it had the effect of making her feel curiously weak。 In all her married life she had never known what fear was。 She had coped dauntlessly with the late Mr。 Ford； a man of a spirited temperament； and as for the mild Mr。 Pett she had trampled on him。 But now she felt afraid。 This new Peter intimidated her。
CHAPTER XXIV
SENSATIONAL TURNING OF A WORM
To this remarkable metamorphosis in Mr。 Peter Pett several causes had contributed。 In the first place； the sudden dismissal of Jerry Mitchell had obliged him to go two days without the physical exercises to which his system had bee accustomed； and this had produced a heavy； irritable condition of body and mind。 He had brooded on the injustice of his lot until he had almost worked himself up to rebellion。 And then； as sometimes happened with him when he was out of sorts； a touch of gout came to add to his troubles。 Being a patient man by nature； he